link hereI have some bad news for some of you young people: Getting older doesn't automatically make things better. Now that I'm older (41), I have even more things to hate.
I hate how people say, "How are you?" when you meet them in public, because you know they don't really want to know and don't care anyway.
I hate it when I feel compelled to say it in return.
I hate not being married. I was married for 15 years, and then my husband divorced me. I have been with my "boyfriend" for 10 years.
I hate having to call him "my boyfriend" when referring to him.
I hate it that he has (3) daughters that we are sure of.
I hate how he is so nice to them and so mean to me.
I hate how they say they want to find a man like their dad, because they are so wrong. He's closet evil.
I hate how he says terrible things to me to make me cry, and then he get mad, I think actually despises me, when I cry.
I hate how I love him.
I hate that I chose to be with him.
I hate that I am sick all the time.
I hate how so many parts of my body ache every day.
I hate that I don't have the money to go to the doctor and get tests to figure out what is wrong with me.
I hate that my son is in prison.
I hate how my other son doesn't come around any more since he got a big, fat, ugly atheistic, selfish, unlikeable girlfriend.
I hate that he is going to marry her, because she isn't even nice to him; she treats him like he is a child. He's so good to her.
I hate living.
Nov 26 4:09 PM MST 
