I am fine at work and away from home. it is just that drive home after work that I start getting this negative feeling and the tension in my body rises.

I dread walking in and seeing SS18 on FB and in his pajamas and SD15 locked in her room stomping around everywhere. I sit there on my couch and I can see the back of his nasty head as he eats his blue berry muffins and strawberry milk.

I count down the days until he leaves the house. He is supposed to be going to college but is failing algebra. I dread that day where he comes home and says that he did not graduate and I am stuck with him longer.

I try not to bitch too much to his mom but he is right there all the time in my face and he knows there is not a damn thing I can do about it. I sit there and wait for him to make one more false move so i can finally tell him to get out.

I need help making my house mine again, cause I don't feel like it is anymore.