Im so sick of everyone expecting me to be over my ex, that i should stop missing him, that i should be grateful for all i have, that its my fault for us running up the credit cards that i have to pay off while he gets to live at his dads and go out to dinner with friends, and spend money on drugs while im mired in debt, that i should be thankful that my abusive ex husband moved in my apt to help me pay bills so i get to be holed up in my bedroom to stay away from him, that i dont have to work three jobs while i go to school ft and intern. That my life should be all better by now. I miss my ex. And i freakin hate that i ever met him and let his addiction to heroin turn me from Happy, Joyous and Free to this angry, resentful pile of depression. And im tired of my aa sponsor jumping my s*** cos im not over it by now.
