I feel like I am about to explode right now. I am choking back the urge to scream as I type this. It came over me all of a sudden the moment I pulled in the driveway. Then as I walked in the house and was harrassed by my son about the store, well, it went into overdrive. I am seriously about ready to punch walls and faces. Its not really for any particular reason. Well, maybe my surprise that I WILL NOT be child free for the next week. Maybe that is a contributing factor of my anxiety and rage. I would give anything for a few hours alone. All to myself. I haven't had any time to myself all alone since we moved back into this place. I am surrounded by screaming kids, and people, all the time. I need a vacation.
I also havent had sex in a couple weeks. That is a problem. At least for me it is.
I feel like there is a raging monster inside me, clawing at my insides trying to get out and destroy everything in its path. I do not like when I feel like this. I really don't. I haven't felt like this in a while. I want to start calling ex-boyfriends and argue with them. I really want to call my son's father and spit and cuss at him. I want to drive by the last one's house and demand an explanation as to why he stopped taking my calls, stopped calling, and basically put me on ignore. Thank God, he is at work. Whew! Crisis averted. I want to call somebody and make arrangements to hook up and screw. I need to do something. I am freaking out. I am going to burst. seriously.
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