@buttwheat 134373 wrote:

I’m getting real tired of working a 10 hour day then going to school for 3 hours

How long do you have school? Is it the three year program? That would suck.

Boring this part out is very boring.

My mother is a bitch who got by her entire life riding on other people’s coat tails.

I spend a total of seven years in school/clinical training to be an AP.

She’s going to fucking tell me shit about how to take care of my own arm. Not in that loving, caring Mom way. But adding, “Well, it’s not like you’re a physician.” Mmm hmm. I’ll remember that if you need any urgent care. Well, I’ll try, seeing how stupid I am. Enjoy having no one when the divorce finalizes and your other children are self-centered pricks.

@buttwheat 134387 wrote:

Union school for refrigeration

When you graduate, you’ll be an expert on some of the women I know.

I can’t do this today. We have to be in the car in 26 minutes and she’s strolling around naked babbling about how she doesn’t want to wake the dog up. If this is my /”relaxation time,” I’d rather be at work, and I hate that I’m becoming “one of those” people.

Pulled a muscle in my neck….wish I had brought muscle relaxers to work. I am not being very pleasant on the phone with my customers this morning.

I think for the adult children “left behind” in our parents’ dotage, many of our siblings have not a clue. My own youth has been kicked out on its own treacherous ass. Relate to my own peer group? Hardly.

I have a lot of hard feelings, specifically toward my siblings. I’m tired. They’ll never know the exhaustion from seeing the decay of our parents and having to pick up the slack. 3 AM, I’m up. 6 PM, I’m eating organic, overpriced steaks. Not because I’m cruising the Riviera or on a fancy beach vacation, but because we were raisethat’s what you do – You pay it forward. Why didn’t it click with these other fucksticks? I mean, I used to possess the curiosity and human interest to want to sit down and ask THEM, but I don’t really want to talk to them ever again, and I imagine the next time will be when they fly in to squabble over possessions/my mother’s funeral.

My mother’s lied, cheated, stolen… I’m not too upset about it, anymore. The depth of mendacity in her soul leaves me drawing a big ol’ blank as to who she ever was. It’s hard to muster up tears over that one.

Horrible migraine. Big cocktail of drugs so I can sleep today and work tonight (and if I’m lucky, sleep tonight).