I've been a volunteer writer for a non profit for a few months. Everytime I work for someone else, I'm reminded of how much happier I'd be if I worked for myself. Set up my freelance business and I hate the way the site looks, so that needs to be tweaked. I have started several different courses that require data analytics and ugh, all of this to get out of an awkwardly abusive relationship. Fuck me. This sucks. I don't want to end up in a women's shelter with kids. I hate him for being the way he is. That is all. 😂

FIL came by and said, "I can take care of you, too" lol wtf you can't even teach your son how to be a respectful man to the women in his life. You can't take care of anything with your big mouth and your double speak. You know about his abusive shit and I wouldn't dare be a fly on the wall to hear you make up excuses, you complicit fuck. Fuck you. I hate waking up every day. I hate the noise. I hate the mess and I hate the pressure of trying to appear as this happy, put together parent whose meeting their marks while the shitty man that she chose fucks everything up and gets a pass. Hate this life. Sick of it all. /end rant