- don’t ever feel bad for asking me to tag a trigger
- i do not care what the trigger is
- i will tag it for you
- you have legitimate reasons to be triggered by it
- and i am not one to question those reasons
- so just send me an ask
- anonymous if you’re scared
- and i will tag it all the time in future
- your wellbeing is worth twenty extra seconds of my time at least
I’m almost enjoying being absolutely, limitlessly and ruthlessly angry. Because as long as I’m angry I don’t have to be depressed. As soon as it stops I’m going to break down. It’s like my last defense. I have nothing else I can do at this point. After this its fucking nothing.
A Week Ago
I was so angry, frustrated and upset I thought I was at my breaking point. EVERY FUCKING DAY SINCE THEN IT’S GOTTEN WORSE.
*Screams up toward the sky* What the every living fuck do you want from me!?
My immediate family isn’t doing anything to help, in fact it really feels like they are willfully not helping, not caring and making things harder for me. After yelling at me this morning because my alarm didn’t go off, he proceeded to pile a list of chores and errands on me. All of them his btw. Things he could have gotten done himself. Not so much as a please, but I did get yelled at for not doing my daughters chores. WHAT?!
I literally told him to go fuck himself. Seems like when the pressure is on and things go badly for him he takes it all out of me. The house will get messy, dinner will not be made, clothes will stay dirt, and everyone can go fuck themselves.
The premise of minimum wage, when it was introduced, was that a single wage earner should be able to own a home and support a family. That was what it was based on; a full time job, any job, should be able to accomplish this.
The fact people scoff at this idea if presented nowadays, as though the people that ring up your groceries or hand you your burgers don’t deserve the luxury of a home and a family, is disgusting.
I will forever reblog this!