I hate Maine. I hate living with people who wont step back and let me raise my son how i want to. I hate being so far away from my husband. I hate how he barely makes time for me and him to have a conversation any more. I hate the Cole's and their immaturity. I hate being a mom 75% of the time, 90% when i am not allowed to parent how i normally do and people over step their boundaries. I hate when people say they can afford to buy something, when their wife says they cant, so i refuse to even try. i hate how my downstairs neighbors wake up my son every night from being too damn loud. I hate how my alcoholic father in law is always trying to take my son out with him after he has been drinking. I hate how people go through my room or constantly in here watching tv when there are 2 other tvs in the house. I hate when im not allowed to clean, cook, or even wash my son's bottles without a fight. I hate this bed. I hate my body. I hate how i dont have a career anymore. I hate that i have pretty much amounted to nothing after all my hard work to get past a horrid travesty of a childhood. i hate that i have to be awake by 6 every morning even when my husband is around because even on weekends i dont get a break.
as if you couldnt already tell, i hate everything tonight.
