Today was quiet, and I was able to sleep. Glory be.
Last night, I felt like an underpaid counselor. Sue me, I'm too tired to look up the correct spelling if that's wrong. Anyway, the list went like this: Mother and brother's girlfriend, then brother, then mother, then younger sister, then back to mother. The story is too long and convoluted to explain, but apparently I was the only logical voice in the house.
Let's not get intot he fact that they came in my room to talked to me, but never once asked me if I really wanted to listen.
I didn't.
That pretty much killed my night last night. I fell asleep today to catch up. I'm still so tired. I guess it's an emotional exhaustion.
Lovely. Someone willing to shoot me yet? Anyone?
