Don't think it is going to benefit me to even start to try to explain what has been going on with me. Nothing good. Here's a list of things:
Anger management-fail
Caregiving with a good attitude-fail
Anything with a good attitude-fail
Being happy for even five minutes-fail
Work-fail
Spiritual improvement-fail
I have such a piss-poor attitude and am angry all the time. Except when I am about to go to bed after a drink or two. I only get along with my wife during the few moments when we are distracted by watching tv. I have such hostility when doing everything, I have to distract myself by listening to recordings of radio shows. I sometimes feel almost human when I am engrossed in such. But give me a minute or two with my thoughts and I am either angry or crying.. My mom and wife are now not talking due to arguments over posting personal crap on Facebook. I don't have much hope for anything anymore except the end of the world. That will likely disappoint, too. Ah, fuck it all. Now I see why I never come here....
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Near the end of my rope
Hi, I'm Andrew, AKA Hoodyup the Evil Caregiver, and I approved this blog post. I may not have been in my right mind at the time, but what's done is done. I stand by my sins. Eppur si muove.
I started this blog as a way to vent my frustrations with life, the universe and everything (not the book by Douglas Adams; that was quite good, actually).
My seemingly charmed life took a turn in 2004 when my wife Sharon was diagnosed with MS. This blog documents the fallout and revisits the past, as well as chronicling my dreams and rants throughout the years.
Be warned - explicit language and content that runs the gamut can be found in these posts, which describe personal events, both real and those dreamed up by my overactive nocturnal psyche.
Also, I use real names whenever possible, so if you see a post with your name on it, it probably refers to you. Unless, of course, you don't know me, in which case it is purely coincidental.
Enjoy your visit. Comment, if you so desire, or lurk privately. This blog can be your guilty pleasure (or displeasure).
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