Do you ever have a day, a week, a month when you can't even stand to be with yourself? For me it usually involves involuntarily becoming a single parent so that my present but not present husband can spend every waking moment in his garage working on the latest "piece" car that he will be racing in the not too distant future.
How do I feel about that? I think he is lucky because I don't even like being with me.
My poor children. Poor me.
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