Sometimes I’ve found I just need a space to scream my thoughts into… without judgment or comment, just to get it off my chest. A bit like an online version screaming into a pillow. I did this recently here and it was very cathartic; but I feel it could do with a topic page of its own… a place to offload without a potential pile on….
Tonight’s scream into the void is: why the fuck am I always responsible for the fucking details of every Fucking trip that I organise, even though my husband knows where we are going and when? It’s his birthday and yet apparently I need to know where we could eat on one night, despite having planned every other fucking detail. And it’s my fault for raising it!!! 😱😱… he’s not a bastard, just ASD and thoughtless.