I hate them. I can't say enough.
My wife usually works. I have no friends. My teenager is usually working or running around.

I have so much to do around the house, but just can't. I'm a runner and work out, but on the weekends, I'm lucky to take a shower. I can't explain. I dread them. Once in awhile I'll get lucky and force myself to go for a run...but that's rare....most of the time, I shut all the curtains and won't leave the bed and load up on ativan.

If it wasn't for my family, I'd add a fifth of scotch to the mix just to sleep it away. By Friday, I'm a mess, because I know what's coming. It sucks. So tired of living this way. It's not living