"...oh won't you cry for me?"

Well, today has been a crappy day.
It would be lovely to have a spouse for one specific reason today: To have someone who feels responsible to at least *pretend* to be supportive.

There's nothing quite like have a bad anxiety attack only then to be lectured for running away and not working through it.
Hey Mom, how about an "I'm sorry you were so frightened at church that you ran to the car in tears." rather than a "You know what that article said", then telling me I have to work on it and basically 'just get over it'.

How about a "yeah, that proabably wasn't fun for you" rather than "we invited them" when your little ward skanks are up til 3 a.m. yelling and laughing.

How about a "oh, that's funny" when I tell you how my signing on AIM repeatedly made Ryan's phone beep over and over at 1 a.m., waking him up rather than saying some crap about "Its ok for you to do that, but its not ok for the girls to laugh late at night?"
SO NOT THE SAME THING! Thanks for basically calling me a hypocrite, Mother.

Why do I have to be the one ridiculed when my thoughts are just as reasonable and good as everyone elses in the house? Why do I have to be the one that makes everyone so fed up with my stubborness when IT'S NOT A BAD THING to support my feelings and not let you run them down.

Why is a tear always a plea for sympathy? Why can't it be a sign that YOU ARE STRESSING THE HECK OUT OF ME?!??

I'm not welcome at the office, I'm not welcome at OHS, I'm not supported at home.
Dang, it's good to be me.