I feel like I am drowing. Every time I get my head up above water, not five minutes late a wave comes and pushes me back under. I have a family to support and I feel like I am doing a damned awful job about it. I am barely able to keep food on the table and a roof over our heads. *screams in rage & frustration* I can't even get a simple laborer's job for construction because the adds demand that you have your own truck. Hell, if it weren't for Chance's dad, we would not even have a car let alone a truck. I am stressed and tired and I know no one gives a damn. Crap, now I am even feeling sorry for myself. GODS FUCKING DAMN IT!!!! How the fuck am I supposed to get us a house to live in instead of this fucking breadbox we call an apartment? GOds, if it weren't for Chance and the kids, I would find a rock somewhere to bury myself under. FUCK!!!!