fuck it all

that is how i feel.  I spend years sticking up for and by someone, letting them cry on my shoulder, letting them crash at my house when they are too tired to drive home, eat my food and making them feel better by lying and telling them they don't look fat.  what does it get me?  grabbing my ankles with no vasoline, that's what.
i'm done.  this is why from 1989 to 2007 I had no friends.  i didn't want them, they were too much work for too little reward.  people just stab you in the back and i'm sick of it.  a jolly old fuck you to anyone who poses as someone who cares.  i have a wonderful husband, son, mom, dad and dog.  that is all i need.