done with this guy

The stress of work

And home is eating me alive. 

Literally. 

I’m within 5 pounds 

of my high school weight. 

And way below my army weight. 

I’m done with work issues. 

No more begging some child

To open his fingers to put on a glove. 

If he wants to fail, do patients have 

The right to fail? Adults yes. 

Kids probably not but in a way

It’s not enabling if they 

were never going to do 

something in the first place. 

Finally got a day off. 

Welcome to 4 more years of Trump. 

Democrats eat their young. 

And throw their old 

On the side of a cliff

Or under a bus. 

So to summarize. 

After years of hourly fights

 to get this little guy to 

Stop biting. Stop pushing. Stop screaming. 

Stop blocking. Stop resisting. 

I am trying a new approach. 

It’s like waiting for a toddler

 to finish a tantrum. 

Or waiting for a hurricane to blow over. 

Same with House Husband. 

After years of begging him to pay his rent. 

Pay for his food. Pay his utilities

- we all like air conditioning-

All the lies and excuses. 

The defiance. The fuck you Anne 

Up the butt you stupid cunt

You worthless goddamn fat fuck whore

Ugly nasty long tittie old stupid bitch 

(This is how he talks to me 

For the past 7 years!)

I hate you and I hope you die 

I am going to kill you and take your cat  

Want to go to the rifle range?

Do they still make lithium? 

You need it you crazy 

paranoid schizophrenic idiot freak

Mensa Chapter President 

Weak worthless fake nurse 

All the years of him pissing in my food

Shitting in the cat box

Ejaculating on the patio 

(Don’t come outside!)

Prowling around the attic at 3 am

Making noise when I am asleep 

All that- and more- FINALLY -

I packed up my thoughts and 

Found a way to not interact with the crazy. 

Is he mean? Is he stupid? 

Is he crazy? 

Yes to all. 

Good bye and good riddance. 

May you never darken my door again.