For anyone considering this life…

A year ago, DW hollered at me that she is a single mom... despite years of me taking care of her kids.

Tonight, I told DW I had chest pain. I rarely tell her when something is wrong because I can handle myself and she has enough to deal with. But I told her. She was sympathetic. BS started crying and I took him upstairs so she could focus on SD12.

Ten minutes later I receive a text. She left. To go drive SD16 and her friends somewhere. She left me alone with a sobbing toddler, a tween who hates me (tweens hate everyone, and I'm not someone she likes, I get it) and chest pain. She was gone 90 minutes. SD says jump, she jumps

I'm... not even surprised.

You will always come last.

Bps will squeeze you dry and use you up and tell you you're playing the victim if you complain.

Whatever. I'm going to urgent care tomorrow. I'll be fine. It's just stress or indigestion. Just... if you're at all on the fence about SP life, DONT DO IT.