Panic at home

It's tax day. The tax man cometh. We haven't done it yet. Gonna file our taxes ourselves for free. Really not much to declare except the retirement cashed out and he taxes paid on it. 

I helped the teacher in class. Ten relation and I went to the store to buy groceries. We been on edge lately. I'm not happy with R's classy ways. Told me to put the bags away. I rolled my eyes. R got pissy and told me to just go sit in the car. This past week I didn't get any help nor ask any help from R. in regards to shopping. R would rather nap or play video games. So the last few days I've been getting crap about where the money went. How did we spend it so fast? R. just keeps making snide remarks like it's funny or irrelevant. Shot!  no-do. Love my auto correct. Try to curse and it has censored me! 

Anyway moving on. Now to do taxes. "What income?" Says R. My retirement that was cashed out. R originally didn't honk we had o do taxes. Now R wants to do taxes. I've been wanting to do them all along. 

Now at home I ate honey chicken bite jerky at almonds. Then I ha a Major anxiety attack. I stated it out loud as my relations all kept saying crap today. "Your taxes." "The uniform." "The money." KMFA. So R's relative says too many things for you to do today. Which I reaffirm, "yes, I do have too many things to do today.!"  I took 1.0 mg Ativan. I was hyper ventilating. That was my physical symptom of panic. I could feel my lungs restricting. I couldn't focus. Something R kept saying to me in a certain mood. It was the truth. I couldn't focus because I wasn't breathing well. 

But my biggest complaint is the judgement from everyone. My relation. R's relative. Our dependent! "Do I have to take a bath today? Why didn't you make me take one yesterday? Hmmm?" Just like R. 

Never fails SHOT! dropped us off. Took money from my wallet ("I don't need it.") and left to buy chew. R's relations can pay for that shot! R has the car. I'm outside waiting until it's time to start. Thirsty.