I'm angry that only half my house is functional.
I'm angry that I have to spend $20-$50 a week at the laundromat to have clean clothes.
I'm angry that nothing seems to be being done about the things that are broken.
I'm angry that I feel like I am dealing with the kids, a non functional home and other day to day things alone.
I'm angry that the kids have to come with me all the time.
I'm angry that you never want to have them with you.
I'm angry that I have done lots of work to improve the way I interact with the kids.
I'm angry that you use some of those methods but don't give me the credit I deserve for showing them to you.
I'm angry that when I ask for you help on getting the kids to their activities you flake.
I'm angry that one night I had to leave our son with his coach so I could take our daughter to her game because you didn't come meet me at the Y even though I practically begged you too for three days prior.
I'm angry that you rarely show patience to our children.
I'm angry that the only kind words they get from you is at bedtime.
I'm angry that you seem to resent when you have to stay with the kids because I have to work.
I'm angry that I love my job and you don't.
I'm angry that you take out your frustrations on us.
I'm angry that you accuse me of taking my frustration on my family when I'm the one that shows the patience and took the extra time.
I'm angry.
I've been enraged recently.
Now, I'm done with you.
