there are places i remember....

So I haven't needed this blog in a long time, and I find it a little alarming that I am turning to it again now. But I don't appear to have anywhere else to turn so I guess I'll hope for the best and ignore the warning bells going off in my head.

Some days things go so badly and the frustration is so great, I literally just have a melt down. I feel like I have no outlet for all the negative emotion that I am building up, and I have to admit that it worries me somewhat.

I don't like feeling like I am less than everyone else. I also don't like constant repremands and lectures, no matter how pleasantly couched. I don't like when people who live in the same house as me will not sit at the same dinner table as me. I don't like when nothing is done correctly, nothing is right, nothing is good enough.

I hate not being able to turn to Hal for support. It was something that I was really coming to value about him. I guess I understand how he feels though. I wouldn't take it at all well if he started criticising my parents constantly. oh...wait....he does. I also understand that he is not feeling well, but I wish he would be more proactive, make more of an effort. Especially when he knows his absence from the daily routine makes things that much harder for me.

Also, I hate buying groceries to make the "crap" food, that no one here would dream of eating, then having it disappear. I swear I think they trow it out to spite me for bringing such low class, pedestrian fare into their home.

All right I feel somewhat better, but living here, I'm sure you'll be hearing a lot more from me.