Once again, I put my trust in my family and once again I got stabbed in the fucking back.
I trusted my son to put the fresh groceries away. He left them out to go fucking rotten.
I trusted my Beloved to help me out. They denied me to my face. Even when I said it was important.
So yeah. I'm salty as fuck today.
I need hugs and love, but I can't trust anyone to see to that.