😂 I want my ham!

😭 when you hit that climax and realize that's the peak of your day and nothing else is going to go well,

My depressive episodes were like months 😅😭

😂😂 but then you have to deal with the before and after

Milk is so hard! Bless you mama, trying to make sure things don't have egg in it is hard, but milk is in so much more stuff

Who insists on watching rated r movies with nudity with a 2 year old that is watching the tv?

I asked to change the channel to literally anything else and the response was "They have the same stuff" um yeah but that's not appropriate, in this context, to expose a 2 year old to.

Many other things happened. My son is an amazing kid, that happens to be nonverbal and autistic, and struggles with being in new environments so he struggled with being at my parent's house.

But they don't want to meet him where he is. They just want him to he what they want him to be.

The next day was Christmas and I messaged my mother multiple times to tell her Merry Christmas.

She left me on read each time.

Despite how I felt, I made an attempt, even though she treated me that way

She later said she didn't want to talk to me because she thinks I faked my panic attack

I ended up going home and trying to talk with my brother that wasn't at the house when all of it went down and basically blames me because my mother was upset.

I have generalized anxiety disorder and bipolar disorder.

He believes I faked my panic attack and did it on purpose.

My husband has to physically get my out of my mother's grip and pull me away so I can leave.

Everything gets worse and I can't look at anything outside or in the city without breaking down thinking about all the places my dad would go.

I just can't handle it again.

My husband starts packing the car and getting my 2 year olds stuff packed and get him to the car.

In the time he's doing that, she calls my sister.

Who comes home and continues to physically force me to stay when I'm hysterical saying I just want to leave.

So her response was to keep yelling at me and then just glare at me with the most disgusting look while I'm crying and wheezing.

I just wanted to leave and she wouldn't let me leave. Physically keeping me there against my will.

I began having a panic attack, because...my fucking Dad died, would've made sure his 2 year old grandson wouldn't need to go to the ER and wouldn't have let her treat us like that.

She started yelling at me for having a panic attack. Angry yelling.

I started feeling like I was going to pass out.

My dad would have made sure dinner was safe for him. He just wouldn't have used a fucking egg.

Then she took me to the side and said "You're used to getting your way. But that's over now."

Because my fucking Dad is dead. She said that shit because since my dad is dead she doesn't care about my son