The end is at hand….

Yes, the end is near.  She wants to have the talk of "what are we going to do?"  The truth is that we can no longer stand each other and we are like two complete strangers stuck together in a house.  We only communicate when it comes to our son, and even then you can feel the tension.  The best thing to do is for me to move out… plain and simple.  Given my decreased mental state due to this god gamn bipolar being so out of control right now, my chances for survival would be best if I was on my own.  I don’t get any support from her… I never have.   And I’ll be fucked if I will ever let her "help" me ever again!   We all know she will hold it over me for the rest of my natural life and probably write it on my tomb stone all the times that she helped me and I should be so god damn thankful for everything she has graced apon me GO FUCK YOURSELF! 

GIVE FOR THE SAKE OF GIVING, HELP FOR THE SAKE OF HELPING… DON’T DO IT FOR THE SAKE OF WHAT YOU EXPECT IN RETURN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

I’ve only be saying that for four years now, but who listens to me.  I’m just crazy afterall.

So Happy Fathers Day to me… depressed beyond depressed and probably have to start looking for a place to live.  Fun times.