What am I angry for...hhhmmmm.....
My father getting cancer and us watching him die..I was 14. He was sick 4 years.
Getting raped with attempted suffocation at 15...only to have the whole story haunt me 15 years later.
I am angry that I worked hard and got my nursing degree and now with my back injury can not work.
I am angry at al the tests, x-rays and treatments that I have had to endure as well as living in constant pain all day every day.
I am angry that my first husband abused me and took no responsibility for his son. I am angry that he does not care enough about his own flesh and blood to help or at least give the kid some good memories.
I am mad I sold my house to move to another province for a man,
I am mad that he bankrupted me in 20 months and I had to beg my family to help.
I am mad that my boyfriend could not and still has a hard time understanding the PTSD.
I am mad that my son was dx was aspergers, ocd and tourettes.
I am mad that my mother got into a car accident whenn i went off stress leave..leaving me to take care of ther totallt as she could not wt bear. I did not work on me...took care of her..returned to work and olny ended up off again 6 months later.
I am angry that I was supposed to be returning to work in a lower stressful position and the I hurt me back....three weeks before returning.
I am mad that there is a possibility if this back treatment does not work I will be in a wheelchair.
I am mad that I have self injured meaning have certainly taken too many of drugs that I shoud..prescribed by a doctor for legitimate pain and now two years later, I am addicted.
I am mad that i am going to have to go through withdrawal...in the new year, right through the holidays and that is hard enough on its own,
I am angry that I still get the thoughts in my head to
park my car in a storage unit, hose to muffler and go to sleep..... i donèt want the SI thoughts, unfortunately sometimes that route seems easier and I am angry at myself that I sometimes feel this way.
I am angry i was abandoned by my mother for a while when i wa s a jid and that she took her frustrations out on me.
I am angry that my godmaother did not take me in, especially after vowing to God in front of the church.
I am angry that I had to live with our youp group leaders and I wasnèt living with the only family i had ever known...i was angry...no one wanted me.
I was angry at 15 to be in an adult facility as a child only to be transferred to a group home to live with 40 year old schizophrenics and another 30 year old that did commit suicide. That lasted about 6 weeks......I BEGGED my cousin to take me in and she did but she was on her own bu tonly 17, I think. I fell betweed the cracks, I should never have been put in an institutional type setting. At the time i was grieving for my father and family and reeling from a violent assault........then for yoear I went back and forth between my broghter, mother, cousin, grandparents and finally got my own place at 18...with my sons father. I am angry at myself that after what I saw after living with him there was something wrong..I needed the strength of his parents. I am angry I didnèt get out sooner. I am angry I went back 7 times and then we got married......
I am angry I fell in love too soon with my second husband...selling my house, bad decision. There were so many promises...not kept up to the bargain. i am angry that I loved him so much I would do anything for him.. Iam angry he lied about how much money he made and liked to spend. We had agreed to save and replace the house ASAP as that is an investment..i had an awesome job and awesome credit..he had already abankrupt before me. He spent money like water and when we had a downpaymant he thoought it would be better to start his own business....i am angry that he took everything from me...took advantage of me and broke my heart in return! Iam angry that I still compare him to other people. I am angry that I feel like I really did love him and maybe the PTSD got in the way, uncontrolled then. I am angry that he would let me take minimal things out of the house and mostlt, i came there with them, everything I ever worked for....left back in Edmonton. I am angry that this caused the bankrupcy ...I am angry that people always seem to take advantage of me.
i am mad that i feel so alone and just has to be the way it is going to be for a while. i am angry that they started on lower back as the needles were in the lower back last time so now agian tonight i feel like my head is going to start, only pounding a bit this time...I am angry with all these physical ailments.
I am pissed that I just met a sneaky, good for nothing slime in the whole landlord that screwed himself it the end anyway!!!1 I am angry that he berates me when i see him in public...that is 3 times now.....3 police reports about 6 months ago.
I am angry that I have had to survive the last 6 months, 6 more to go in this peice of shit house! Never...have I lived in a place like this....what a lesson to learn, never rent from friends of freinds especially when you learn LATER...his nick name coca-cola.
I am pissed that whole thing happened and I am pissed that my so called best friend was soooo two faced.
I am pissed that people I care about...donèt care about me like I want them to or need them to.........