Idk venting? Processing

Fuck. It’s a particularly tough weekend huh? Seems like even more stories than usual and even more to a T. I’m out for the third time in a few months. I can’t go back to my house without the hoovering even when she’s telling me to die on the phone right before. I need to stay clear headed right now because I’ll have to get my things, and manage parenting during it all. After 6 years. I tell myself it won’t happen again every time. Here I am again.lol.So sorry for the vent but also how do you manage coparenting with someone so determined to be a pain in the ass about the simplest plans? I can’t even cry I’m such a shell of what I was. Every post yall make, I want to send her, but she’d say “yeah that’s you” wouldn’t she? No point telling my needs anymore. Never was.