Dear Diary

One of my worst syptoms of PPD was what can only be called the "I hates." I've been so good about NOT feeling hatred for so long. Until tonight.

I hateHubby's family.
I hate their incessant drama.
I hate Hubby's job.
I hate feeling like a widow to his job.
I hate that I see Hubby everday - and I still feel like that widow.
I hate that drama comes up with Hubby's family (again), and when pressed for an answer my only response can be, "I don't know; Hubby and I haven't had a chance to discuss it."


Why can't they all just leave me the fuck out of it??