Can we cuss. Like a LOT?

And I’m not talking about cussing about my (51m) child (8m). But cussing while venting about the crap the family says/does about how I raise the child. A mother who lives on guilt trips and drama. A brother who is only self-centered, and a Sis in law who causes drama. They are all three states away. If you put the percentage of support I have here, where I live, it would be about 15% during a good month. Widowed parent. On a “three month progress period” at work..which next review is January. Mother (mid-70’s and severe mobility issues) has invited herself down for Christmas (with NO return ticket) and to “help take care of” of the kid. WTF…I’m going to have to take care of BOTH of you. I’m barely handling my needy self, the needy kid, and this dang needy cat that was my late wife’s.

I. Am. So. Tired. Of. Taking. Care. Of. Every. One. (Myself included).

Thank God/Allah/Buddha/that guy in the corner/ the almighty goldfish that I had a therapy appointment tomorrow.

Thanks for coming to my Ted talk.