My mood is getting progressively worse as the days wear on. I'm hitting critical mass in regards to what I can tolerate. My mother is taking her anger at her situation with my father out on me. While I can agree he's a total douche and she should have divorced him years ago, I fail to understand how it's my problem. And yet, it somehow is my problem, as well as my fault. Would somebody please explain that one to me? Because last I checked, she was the one who married him. I had to tolerate being raised by a misogynistic demeaning asshat. And this is my fault how? There's more to it all, but I am honestly sick of dealing with everyone else's shit right now. Over. It. I'm bleeding, I'm pissed off, and I'm going to go throw around heavy things in the basement. Oh, and I'm unplugging my phone, too. 'Cause y'all? I am done.
(50 two handed swings w/ 16kg, 60 singles w/ 12kg, 20 snatches w/ 8kg, one hour walk.)