It's a fact that you are very contagious and I'd really like to send you packing for good. All it takes is for Kiddo to be anxious and then everyone else in this house is as well. I had no idea how easy you could spread in a family. I think you run through a house faster than rotavirus.
It's just not fair that my Kiddo's life is ruled by you and no matter what we do to counteract it, you just keep chipping away at him and at us. Therapy, medication, diets and all matter of intervention. You never go away. You merely quiet down and recharge for the next round when you will hold my Kiddo hostage once again.
And I am so God damn tired of running interference with you. As soon as I see Kiddo start to pace and script like a mofo, I know you're making yourself known. He's trying hard to battle you with the coping skills that he has learned. Some days you stay at bay but more often than not, you win. Then you take that win and rub it in our faces.
Plus, you've added a new weapon to your arsenal. Now you get him freaking out so badly that it effects his whole body. He's now throwing up/gagging because of you. I can't tell you what a freaking delight that's been. Every other day, dealing with vomit and cleaning him up. I'm all about a "Better out than in." way of thinking but this is getting ridiculous and kind of gross. I've gone from researching what mystery virus this could be to "Okay, go throw up. Get it over with.". Yeah, I'm really winning the "Mother of the year" award over here. I'll be sure to collect it once I've done this 47th load of laundry you help create.
My Kiddo just wants to be himself. I just want him to be himself. I am so tired of living on edge because of you. You make our lives miserable. Worse yet, you take up so much of our time and energy that we start to forget the good things we have going on. I don't want to be that miserable person. I don't want to dwell in the negative but for Christ sake, you make it hard not to be that way.
I've come to terms long ago that our life would never be typical but it just seems like each passing year, a new level of "WTF" gets added to the mix. "Oh, you just started to feel slightly confident in your parenting a special needs child? Let's LEVEL UP, BITCH!"
How much more are you going to take from him? How much more are you going to demand? Cause I'm done trying to negotiate with you. I tired of seeing you drag us down to your level. I'm tired of what this has done to my Kiddo and to my marriage. I'd tell you go to go fuck off forever but no matter how many times I said it, I know you won't go.
Can I just say you are one of asshole of a roommate? I don't know why I am asking you if I can. You certainly didn't ask if you could stay and yet you do. If you're not even gonna chip in on the rent or the medication we all have to take because of you, GET OUT! Seeing at Daylight Saving Time AND a full moon is headed our way this weekend, hurry up and pack.
Sincerely with no love,
13 years we've been on this Island of Sodor and even my dog can't believe it.