Watch Out It’s Messy In Here

 There are days that I am only still alive because of my dog.   She is super reactive, hates small children and other dogs, dislikes random people for no apparent reason, and barks all the time.  I haven’t slept through the night in years because of her, I can’t take her for walks as there are always dogs or kids out, and even my kids don’t like her.   I can’t die, because nobody else will take my dog if I do.  I can’t die because if I am gone, she will be put down most likely. I can’t die, because I have to live for her.   My kids don’t need me anymore.  In fact, it would financially benefit them both if I was no longer living.   My friends obviously do quite well without me around 99% of the time, and they would quickly get over that 1% they might miss me.  My job would definitely replace me before my obituary hit the paper (do they even print obituaries anymore?) I might dare to say there would be many who would be glad to hear of my passing.   But my dog needs me.  And as long as I