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rockettqweenRocket Queen grabs Workout Partner off Diablo II and says it's time to go hang out in hot tub.
On way to hot tub RQ suffers major anxiety attack.
Gets in hot tub. Continues to suffer anxiety attack. Overheats.
Gets out of hot tub. Runs in house. Collapses on couch and sobs uncontrollably. Decides to kill social worker RQ hates with passion. WP holds RQ's head on lap and listens patiently while RQ continues to cry and rant.
Realizes that killing social worker would make social worker hero. Also does not want to prove social worker right. Would rather sue social worker for emotional damages to myself and my child and cause social worker to resign and end up doing shitty desk job for rest of life resulting in terminal misery.
Remembers that 12-step sponsor is looking into parental rights advocacy groups and hopes something positive will come of it.
RQ smokes much needed cigarette, logs on to LJ, drinks Sprite to settle nervous stomach, and looks forward to sleeping next to WP. Hopes power turned on at home soon so as to avoid neurotic lucid nightmare related fears.
Thankful to be tired now. Sorry hot tub outing was not as fun as expected.
Perhaps it's good to cry sometimes. Beginning to feel better now.
I inherently know that I am a good mother. My son gives me the best hugs in the world. He's always happy to see me and never wants me to leave. That's gotta count for something. I've never done anything but the best I could do for him and when I look at him or talk to him, I think he knows that.
I could really use a lot more 5-year-old hugs in my life.
I really love my kid. I want to be there for him in a way my parents were incapable of being there for me. In a lot of ways, even with the situation being the way it is, I'm succeeding.
I'm going to go to bed now with somebody who gives a shit. I'm really glad to have them in my life.
On way to hot tub RQ suffers major anxiety attack.
Gets in hot tub. Continues to suffer anxiety attack. Overheats.
Gets out of hot tub. Runs in house. Collapses on couch and sobs uncontrollably. Decides to kill social worker RQ hates with passion. WP holds RQ's head on lap and listens patiently while RQ continues to cry and rant.
Realizes that killing social worker would make social worker hero. Also does not want to prove social worker right. Would rather sue social worker for emotional damages to myself and my child and cause social worker to resign and end up doing shitty desk job for rest of life resulting in terminal misery.
Remembers that 12-step sponsor is looking into parental rights advocacy groups and hopes something positive will come of it.
RQ smokes much needed cigarette, logs on to LJ, drinks Sprite to settle nervous stomach, and looks forward to sleeping next to WP. Hopes power turned on at home soon so as to avoid neurotic lucid nightmare related fears.
Thankful to be tired now. Sorry hot tub outing was not as fun as expected.
Perhaps it's good to cry sometimes. Beginning to feel better now.
I inherently know that I am a good mother. My son gives me the best hugs in the world. He's always happy to see me and never wants me to leave. That's gotta count for something. I've never done anything but the best I could do for him and when I look at him or talk to him, I think he knows that.
I could really use a lot more 5-year-old hugs in my life.
I really love my kid. I want to be there for him in a way my parents were incapable of being there for me. In a lot of ways, even with the situation being the way it is, I'm succeeding.
I'm going to go to bed now with somebody who gives a shit. I'm really glad to have them in my life.
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