Would it be too much?

Would it be too much to say, "Get the **** out of my house!  You aren't welcome here!!!"  or even, "DON'T INVITE YOUR SEX PARTNER OVER HERE!!!!!!!!!!  WATCH YOUR SON!!!!!!!!!"

I'm sick of living in this house.  Yes, I am.  I'm sick of putting up with Crissy's CRAP!!!! 

I wonder what she will do when I refuse to watch her son, when I, somehow miraculously get a job without her knowledge.  I'm terrified for my nephew.  I truly am.  But unless I get full custody of him, I cannot take care of him!  I don't have a job!  I can't get him the basic necessities of life!  I can't get me the basic necessities of life!  I never wanted to be a mother before I was married and had children of my own!

And yet, here I am.

On a completely different subject, I was talking to a good friend recently, asking her what she got for Christmas.  She told me, and as she told me, I realized that, I should be jealous.  According to the world, I should be jealous, because she got a whole bunch more than me for Christmas, and they were REALLY nice presents.  But I'm so happy to have gotten what I did.  I'm so happy I haven't been the spoiled brat that all my siblings think me to have been.  If anything, it's the squeaky wheel that gets the grease, and that's been either Crissy or Charla.  Not me.  I'm so grateful to have done without.

I don't care if any of you believe me either.  I just get a bunch of emotions welling up inside of me and I have to write, and handwriting isn't fast enough for all my thoughts to spill into words.