Don’t know how much updating I’ll be doing in the near future. I am angry. In fact I’m so angry that I gave myself two bitchin’ blisters on my feet by doing an ANGRY POWER WALK last night instead of talking to my gutless son. I’m also kinda pissed that TW didn’t say anything when my cunt of a DIL said, “Well, we couldn’t keep saying no forever” The time to confront the bitch had passed by the time I found out. The way I feel right now, my son is DEAD to me. It’s not a decision that comes lightly, but I really must cut things out of my life that make me so angry. I worked that walk hard last night, hoping to have a fatal heart attack. Haven’t felt this way in a long time. The scary part is that it feels natural.