I am SICK of dirty dishes, spills no one bothers to clean up after themselves, clothing laying around where it shouldn’t be, headaches, shakes, feeling like I want to punch something, or throw something, or start walking and not look or turn back. I am sick of the piles of shit in this house with no place to put things away… and I don’t even know why we have some of this crap. I fucking HATE mice. I hate being told needing one or two glasses of wine a night, nearly as soon as you are in the door, isn’t a form of addiction.
Think I will rent a skip and just start emptying out the entire house… this apartment, the attic, the basement…..nothing that belongs to the mother or brother; just the crap that belongs to the three of us who can’t seem to get our shit together enough to have real lives.