Counseling Strike

Have you ever known anyone to get up and walk out of a "family" counseling session? Well, now you do. I have had enough of this bull hockey! I'm tired of him woe is me, she's trying to tell me how to live my life. It's my life I wanna do what I wanna do. Waa Waa Waa Waa Waa! Tried to tell me what I think when I do things for other people. Well, if you're in my brain with me, why don't you just go ahead and take a load off of me for a friggin' change! Put all the eggs in YOUR basket? I think it became our basket on January 23, 1993. And the family basket on January 18, 1996 and again on June 12, 2001. If you don't believe that, then there's the damn door, don't let it hit you on your way out! I do things for other people because it makes me feel good. Not because I'm keeping score. But when you've done things for other people for 13 years and can't really remember anything they've done for you it doesn't help break down the resentment department. Know what I mean? I do things for other people all day every day, just once I would like to come home to my entire family ready to sit down and eat a dinner that is already prepared, in a clean house with beds made. By clean house I mean, swept, vacuumed, mopped, laundry done and put away. No extra stuff laying around that has a place to be kept. You know, like a model home. I think that's why I enjoy going to look at model homes so much. They are clean! I dream of an uncluttered house and I am happy. No stuff laying around where it shouldn't be. Oops, there's the ADD again. Anyway, I walked out of that session because I'm tired of hearing what a horrible wife I am expecting him to work! Sheesh, anymore freeloaders out there that need a nice place to stay and a woman to walk on?