I have been in a funk. A certain someone unloaded a huge chunk of crap at home and I have to do the usual clean-up. This certain someone has been screwing up systematically over the years, and I have single-handedly dealt with each aftermath, sparing the aging patriarch from the details of this certain someone’s shenanigans. The aging patriarch does not deserve such stress in this stage of his life.

That said, with this recent incident, I find that my tolerance level of such repeated trials to be dangerously low. I used to be able to compartmentalize my ill feelings towards this certain someone and go on with my daily life without much funk. But not so much this time. I guess having to deal with a compulsive liar on a long term basis have finally taken its toll on me. The constant feelings of distrust makes me question everything single thing this certain someone say or do. It is a mentally and emotionally draining process. I H.A.T.E. feeling this way.

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