Thoroughly Pissed

Excuse any language in advance. I have got to get the fuck out of this house! The work schedule wasn't made for tomorrow so I'm already mad about that though not like it really matters, I'll just call when I wake up...well not at 4 am! So I'm sound asleep...I'm in one of those good sleeps where you're about to start dreaming, oh it was beautiful. Then I hear Kevin's dad yelling my name from across the house. He's lucky I'm a light sleeper. So I throw some clothes on and head out there. "I can't breathe. I called the ambulance." Well that's great. Why do you need me?! I'm fucking pregnant...you don't just wake up a pregnant girl at 4 am because you can't breathe. And you already called 911. What more am I going to do? Nothing! Now I know this sounds harsh the way I'm putting it, but if you went through this about 3 times a month, you'd be getting sick of the whole damn routine as well. And I know I'm going to get a call from the hospital tomorrow "You can come get him." I don't want him. You keep him!

What pisses me off more, is now I'm the only one left in the house. Someone could come take me and no one would ever know. I would just disappear! I called Kevin to make sure I wasn't the only one awake. He's getting it tomorrow. I don't want my child anywhere near this house or these people! I'm furious and it's half after five. Way to go dumbass! I'm not going to be in a good mood tomorrow. I wish I had just moved back in with my mom. Screw this place, screw these people.