LOL You know I almost wrote that while keeping a straight face.
Thanks should go to halcyon_shift for the killer icon that goes with the story. I've got one of my own, but...it's not that good yet.
I reminded my mom last night when we went to exchange her new computer that after I get my taxes, I'm out of here. She then said that if my aunt ships my grandmother down here from Arkansas that I can't move away because she'll need help with her and the kids.
Goddammit! I'm 31...and I'm tired of living for the fucking family. I want a damn life of my own. As it is, I can't even bring dates home because she doesn't want that type of stuff in her house.
You know what I want? I want to be able to go out on a date...and just have that person come home with me and stay the night, but I can't because I live with my mother and the four kids we take care of. I hear all the time, 'it's such a nice thing for you to do...take care of those children like that.' blah, blah, blah....I want my own life!!! I keep moving away, and they keep dragging me back wanting help. I've gotten to the point I don't give a damn anymore. Sounds horrible doesn't it? The only thing I've ever gotten to do for myself is the Burbank con, and I got fired from my job over that. So yeah, I don't give a damn. I have to get away from here before I completely go mental and blow up for good.
Okay...end of rant.