T is for Trying Me.

I was not a part of the deal. You volunteered your services to this work. If I was not going to make it, then what? However, the difficulty of the task is not the problem. Since I am the one babysitting, how about you suck on a huge cup of shut the fuck up? You have 2 hands, 2 feet and some sort of mind that you can do things for yourself. Also, yelling does not get the job done, unless the job is imagining pummeling you. Plan and simple, you are a giant brat. And I would appreciate if you never spoke in my direction ever again.

P.S. Leave the kids alone. They are not the reason your job sucks.

Best hopes

I always said that I would never wish this affliction on another soul, but for you, I will HAPPILY break the rules. I hope you wake up in the middle of the night, voice too hoarse to scream. I hope you have dreams about ripping the skin off of your muscles, then rip the muscles off of your bones. In your waking hours, I hope you fantasize about splitting yourself into pieces, cracking bone after bone to get precise measurements. I hope all of the negative words spoken in your direction are played on loop for the rest of your days. I hope you try to cut yourself perfect.
But most of all, i hope you find solace.