I hate you.

You take away precious time from my family.

You force me to ask others to do the things that are my responsibility.

You make me doubt my own decisions.

You render me useless on bad days – like today – when I am confined to bed to sleep it off.

You make it impossible for me to plan anything, or commit to anything because I never know when you’re going to strike.

You make my marriage difficult.

You make my relationship with my children rocky.

Sometimes you make me think that everyone would be better off without me mucking everything up.

I.  Hate.  You.