I am so sick of everything. I’m sick of going on interviews and having less qualified people get the job instead of me. I’m sick of hiring managers who don’t bother following up. I’m sick of not having a paycheck. I’m sick of being everyone’s fucking maid around here. I’m sick of asking, telling, begging, pleading people to fucking handle their own shit. I’m sick of hearing the old lady’s TV blare incessantly at top volume. I’m sick of her quirk that requires her door always to be open. I’m sick of my husband deferring to her over me EVERY SINGLE FUCKING TIME. I’m sick of the old lady’s loud, cheerful French maid booming around the house. I’m sick of feeling like a horrible mother. I’m sick of feeling like a failure from the minute I open my eyes every morning. I don’t want to kill myself and abandon my mother and siblings and children. I just want not to hurt any more.