Everything seems to be going wrong. My schedule has destroyed my energy, my sanity, and the few remaining scraps of my relationship. Now I don’t even know if I will be able to scatter my mothers ashes. My family didn’t ask me before they schedule and I will be working, and its a Friday during cake season.
I know it will all work out but it is just another stress in a big pile of them.
They should really change the name “group project,”when was the last time anyone has worked on one where 99 percent of the work wasn’t done by one person? When?
I think I am going on a hunger strike until I am no longer responsible for taking care of the men in my life and they have to actually give a shit.