The very thought that weekend is nearing is so exhausting. The thought of going back home today. Its taking a toll of me. And I’m so exhausted now.

Morning I called my mom. She was trying to call me for some time and I couldn’t pick her call. Spoke to her and gave her a hint like how crazy my MIL is, and I felt little reviled, like I'm not wrong, it’s the people in my house who r crazy, not me.

I was angry with my mom from the time I came  here, it’s because of her, I’m in this position. So I almost stopped talking to her. And then I didn’t talk to her because there is nothing to talk to her apart from complaining to her about my MIL, and I didn’t want to do it.

Well today was able to put it in a little bit polished way, as far as I can.  Felt good after that, but still I have to live with her.. problem is not solved.