Christmastime is over. Finally.
To hell with it. The holidays, the awful music, all of it.
My ex decides to send my children to her relatives for the break and then FORBIDS me to speak to them.
My current girlfriend, after getting us evicted by NEGLECTING TO MENTION that she hadn't paid the rent for three months, suddenly thinks that it's an excellent idea for us to move everything into storage ourselves. I drew the line at the fucking washer and dryer.