Ball of Confusion...

You ever been so pissed off that you wanted to cuss, scream, spit, punch, stab, drink, cry, and sleep all at the same time?

I mean the type of pisstivity that makes you want to harm someone--not yourself and not to the point of legal repercussions.  The kind that you can't see or think straight more than a few minutes at a time.

Yeah.  I'm feeling that right now.

Parents are supposed to raise their children and help them be productive citizens, which for many people means getting your child to and through college.  What happens when one of those parents is an impediment to that progress towards adulthood?  What happens when that parent is so beyond asinine that his/her actions borders on child abuse.  Well, maybe I'm stretching it to call it child abuse, but seriously, what the fuck?

I wash my hands of it--or at least, I'm trying to.  It actually breaks my heart to watch this unfold before my eyes, but I've lived too much of my life reactionary to this person.  As I encouraged in this previous post, I MUST be actionary and stop being reactionary.  I WISH I could say on this day, not a single fuck was given, but I'd be lying if I did.

I need to go and regain my brain and worry about my own shyte.

For now, le mu'fuckin' sigh.