All I can think about is that damned storage unit and the stuff we gave them to start a house with: J's Pfalzgraff and his oak dining table, etc. I'm so anxious and upset.
Maybe it's reliving the move - where I left behind so much stuff - and the grief afterwards as I realized how much we'd lost.
Maybe it's reliving all those close calls when I was married to his sperm donor.
How am I supposed to deal with this?
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I don't feel like anyone understands.
I don't feel safe.
I don't know how to express what's going on inside my head.
I live with savages.
If I can't lock the food up, it disappears. All of my forks and pasta bowls are in their room.
My car is gone all the time, so I'm not even able to do basic errands.
Apparently we're a bottomless supply of money.
Yet I'm the bad guy when I point anything out.
I swear, 90% of my stress is dealing with my son and his wife. I want them out of my house ASAP.
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