One person can screw your day over in My Therapy Book

What started out as a positive up beat day turned to shit in a heart beat. One car ride with the mother in law and you whole day can go to hell. I am so angry right now I can hardly see straight. It started out with her complaining that her ex-husband was having his estranged wife come down and stay with him during his hip surgery and how he was going to loose everything to her if he was not careful and me saying it was none of my business. It escalated to her pounding my daughter with question after question about her sewing lessons and pillows and can you make me one with quickly grew to 3 and can you do it next week. The girl has only had 3 lessons and suffers from anxiety. How she could not tell that Eliza was getting frustrated was beyond my understanding. My chest it still tight and I am still angry. I feel like I am going to start crying from the frustration.

I think I really need to find someone professional to talk to. Not to sound overly dramatic but I think I am slowly loosing my grip on things. The amount of anger and hopelessness that is building up in me everyday is starting to be more than I can or want to bare (not sure of right spelling here). There are times I just want to hit something and I can feel the tension rising up from my gut and working its way into my brain. Sitting here staring at the flashing cursor I am not even sure what to write.

Nancy (mother-in -law for those who don’t know me) just texted and said I don’t need to find an alternative ride home and that she was sorry. I wanted with all my heart to text back that it was find I would get my own ride but I did not. I went with a single Okay. It is not what I wanted. I wanted it to continue. I want the fat bitch to suffer a little and think about her actions. She tells me all the time I talk down to her but she never stops to think about why that is and the shit that comes out of her mouth. I am going to stop now because writing is just making me angrier and that is not helping.