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Head zaps, coming off Effexor. They just won't stop.
And ... my husband resents my father living with us, and can be utterly rude at times, like tonight - suggested cards and then was horrifyingly, unbelievably rude and immature toward my father when the cards didn't go his way. Yet he's been very good to my dad, cooked for him and taken care of him for months while I was still away.
I owe him a great deal, and I know I'm also hard to live with. Just wish, sometimes, that life could be less complicated. I can't seem to keep from reacting catastrophically when things get tense at home. I seem to have no resilience left; just wish I could give up.
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The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated. - Ghandi
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