I'm sick to f'ing death of my mother in-law atm. I've been off work with f'ing reactive arthritis and also dealing with a f'ckload more flashbacks and she is constantly f'ing unsubtly dropping hints about me returning to work. Like it's on her f'ing timeframe and like she f'ing knows what's best. Last night I was in so much f'ing pain I could barely walk, but oh sure, I'll go back to work next year and teach 30 7 year olds all day. Sounds real f'ing achievable. F'ck. I get that she cares about my hubby and she worries about the pressure it puts on him when I'm not f'ing working but it's not like I have a f'ing choice, now is it? It's not like I said "Oh after a decade of doing okay, what would be sweet is a bunch of new f'ing flashbacks and ongoing illnesses that I can't shake".
For f'cks sake. I am so sick of people who think they 'know best' when they've got no f'ing idea of the reality I deal with day in day out. My shrink has told me that considering the amount of trauma I've suffered that's it's amazing I function at all and I should be proud, but oh no, my mother in-law just knows f'ing best. Well she can f'ck off.