Sunday

April 3, 2015....


   Today was Troys birthday.  I'm glad the years have helped me forget.  I remember how horrible that first year was. The second a little bit better. It's almost like your mind makes you forget so you don't stay in pain from their loss.
    Don't want to go to work tomorrow and I pretty much feel like I never want to go to work. Ever since I  moved over to the other department where I have to call out I just really don't ever want to be there and when I am there I feel like I am imprisoned. People shouldn't have to feel like this about work.  I spend more time there than I do at home and so I really should at least be able to tolerate it like I did before. I hate it.  Outbound is really not for me.  Just can't wait until we are done calling all the records. It's probably another reason I am so stressed out at work and getting sick there so much.  Fun times.
   My house is still not my own and that is also driving me crazy as well.  I want my house back.  I want the party house gone far far away.  Although as soon as he goes the other one will be here and sleeping on my couch. I hate my life lately and it all has to do with adult children who need to be coddled and think they shouldn't be doing anything to improve their own situations. They can't afford to support themselves so they don't.  They just expect us to support them forever. It's getting really old.