I hate the weekends. I have to spend 48 hours around two spoiled children and their even worse mother. I've currently been subjected to seven hours of screaming. Literal screaming. My nephew resorts to yelling and hollering when he doesn't get what he wants. And he usually doesn't get what he wants.
My nerves are just frayed and worn. When I got away in March, my life seemed perfect. I was an adult and I got to be around other adults. It seemed like I might actually be able to cope with what I deal with at home. Once I returned, though, it took about three days before I was completely over it again.
I love them but I'm just unable to cope anymore. I want to leave. I want to get away and enjoy my life again. I want to be able to get up on Saturday morning and watch television or read and have a cup of coffee without being interrupted. I miss the ability to just watch or so whatever I wanted to. That seems like such a precious thing to me now. I'm always spending money on children and tending to a dog I didn't want and then dealing with a job where I'm not treated with respect and where I'm constantly under attack. It's just soul crushing.
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