This has got to be the worst summer of my life. 'Cept for that one summer when I sat at my aunt's house everyday all day but that was back in like 1999 and it didn't matter. From the drama to the choosing to the waiting, I hate this summer. I don't know if anyone else goes through the nonsense I do. I have spent almost 75% of this summer angry in my house. The rest of it has been great but it is still spent with the weight of the world on my shoulders. I'm sitting home right now, yet again & I hate it. I did not have four kids and I do not feel obligated to act as a mother/ father figure. I have a car right outside my door that I can't drive and Lord knows where I want to be right now. Goodness, nothing is fair anymore. "One more year, Mariah, one more" says my mother. I cannot wait til then.