First of all I fight with Dr and Pharmacy to get hubby's Vicodin because they forgot to write out the script after the surgery on his finger. Then hubby wants to go up to the business we own which is a bar. I a agree! An old friend who was barred a while back called and asked if he could stop by and have a drink. I told him sure as long as he didn't pull any ****. After he shows up I end up with several other customers telling me that they spend sooooooooo much money there and threatens to leave and not come back if mike don't leave. So at that point I asked crystal (who was once my barmaid) his girlfriend for them to leave. They do but now the *****ing customers wanna ***** even more. I can't seem to make anyone happy? I almost cried when I left. My dad gave me the bar to help us financially which it does but it bringing me to the breaking point. I feel like I wanna strangle some of those titty guts! I can't get meds right, don't like leaving house after dark because I don't feel safe. Constant anxiety! Hubby applied for job out of state. Hope he gets it. Hope I get approved for ECT too

Just venting

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