Well anyone who has doubted that I am fucking stressed can kiss my ass. My gallbladder has decided it wants to explode. I am going to have to go in for all the tests and things, but my doctors are pretty sure that they are going to have to take it out. FANTASTIC! Just what I need, surgery.
To add to all the stress with everyday stuff, Nana is in Carrollton and she is alone with Jackass and Mikey. Great news for her if she wants to pick up a drug habit, not such good news if she was expecting to be taken care of. I wouldn't trust them to keep a rubber plant alive, let alone my grandmother; but that's where she wants to be, so there is nothing we can do. Nathan had to be put in the hospital for nearly two days because he was dehydrated. Gary didn't come to the hospital once, and I couldn't get his Mom to act like she gave a shit. Stevie had prom and a subsequent photo shoot, so she really couldn't be bothered. Duh. I should have fucking known. She then got all kinds of butt hurt about it, and said she wanted to know how her grandson was, and that she didn't understand why I didn't answer the phone. Um... because I am too sick to cuss your crusty ass out. Trust that when I feel better I will let you know EXACTLY how I feel.

Gary has gone to Atlanta to a concert, I am dying, and the kids are running all over the fucking place. He said he would work tomorrow so I don't get a break then either. Add that to all the shit that has gone down between us in the past couple of weeks, I am over it. I know I have said it before, but I am getting a job, and I am going to start saving money and I am getting the fuck out. I cant stand it anymore. His family doesn't give a shit, I cant get him to understand that working all the time doesn't mean he is putting us first. Yes, the restaurant needs to succeed for him to have a job and for us to have money, but GODDAMN!, what good does it do if we aren't here when he is finished with it?
I cant stress about it right now, I am getting dizzy and I need to lay down.

/ rant