though I should refrain, I'm not going too.

The family vehicle is very unsafe to drive and yet my husband does it every day.

I hate the place I live.

I hate the fact we can't afford to do my immigration paperwork.

I hate feeling so isolated, what with not working and not driving, i rarely see anyone not in my immediate family.

I hate the fact that my hubby needs a new heart and they're waiting for him to get worse before they even start looking.

I hate the fact that ever since my hubby found out he needs a new heart he's given up on any sort of future or life.

I hate that my son is already showing signs of having the same heart condition his dad has. he's 2 and it usually doesn't manifest until late teens to early 30's.

I hate the fact that my snakes are all living with friends until we move again.

I hate the fact that no matter how much fat we trim from the budget we still never have any money.