ambition

The walls are closing in.
The therapist says I have PTSD. Well no shit smart ass. You went to school for how fucking long? AAAAGGHHH. I wonder which one of my "life traumas" he will attempt to pin this on. Rape, abuse, torture,neglect,our child dying, my husband getting shot? Take your pick smart one.

If I had the money I would be in my car, on the road to destinations not yet known. I will call when I get there, wherever the fuck there happens to be.

Nice fantasy eh? Never gonna happen. Kids, husband, animals, LIFE. Sometimes I wonder if I gave up too much to be what I am today. I feel like a complete bitch for saying this. I love my kids but it feels like thats all I am these days is a MOM. I don't remember Michelle at all. I liked her/me. Maybe not at the time but she is all I want right now. I just need a break. I really need a break. I think it is time that mommy took a vacation for her brain.

So someone please adopt me, be my sugar momma/daddy for a weekend? I just need some time to be me.