I want to be back in Canada where I know I will always have someone to watch my son anytime. I have friends close by who actually care about me and want me to visit and will make plans to get together without it becoming a giant hassle or argument. A safe place to send my son to school where he doesn't have to worry about lockdown drills on a monthly basis, and where I know people who will help me have his needs met. Where I don't have to pay $150 to see a doctor and then receive threats about being sent to collections if I don't pay it. Blargh. Oh and the proverbial nail in the coffin? I came home to a birthday card from my in laws ..... with a $10 gas card in it. If that's not a slap in the face ... I'd rather they had forgotten my birthday, tbh.
It never ceases to amaze me that you can spend hours and hours cleaning, re-organizing, de-cluttering, only to come back and find that any open space has been appropriated for random stuff landing spots in a matter of hours and of course no one takes responsibility for any of it. "How did that stereo system complete with sub woofer get to be on the breakfast bar that I cleaned off not even half an hour ago???" "No idea." "Why is there a gallon jug of lemonade on my newly re-organized desk??" *shrug* "I didn't put it there." "Who put these crystal votive candle holders on this jewelry case that I just windexed??!" "They're not mine" AAARRRGGGHHH.
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