Today is one of those days.
I can't pinpoint any one thing, but I'd like to rip wh head off.
Then I'd like to call chickie's new husband and see if he knows.
Then I'd like to break a few plates again.
I want wh to feel so rotten today about this whole stinking mess that he falls in a puddle at my feet and begs forgiveness.
Pretty much I am angry all over again and I just want a life without this sh*tty drama.
I want to be the happy, calm, contented mom/person I used to be before wh got stupid. I know that life wasn't truth, but right now it is mighty appealing. Not the year I was investigating but the years before that.