Whatever.

Sick of being micromanaged.  Sick of not having anyone to talk to about it.  Sick of false friends who don't care, but are just nosy.

And my new $200 version of Outlook isn't working.

Dammit.

Just because....

Two times in one year....

I'm so tired of doing this and having this done to me.

Tired, tired, tired to death of it.

March

Yesterday would have been the parental unit's anniversary.  I'm sure the ex-father and his new wife made a big show of visiting mother's grave before they celebrated their own anniversary today.  I've not visited the grave at all, ever, and doubt I will.  That has not gone unnoticed by the ex-father either, who apparently gets off on telling everyone about it. 

Grrr.

Unreal.

GRRR!

Panic Attack time!

Ok, I just had my freak out for the year.  Someone pulled into our front driveway....a big white truck that looked just like HIS.  I am not in the mood to start this again.  I actually froze.  What a stupid, freaking wuss! 

After about 2 minutes of telling myself I am NOT hiding in my own house, I went to the door.

And it wasn't even him.  It was some religious group.  I sent them on their way but ugh!!!

Thinking about that restraining order again, though hubby thinks it's a bit much.  Still...