I want to hit someone or something

I'm not in a good mood and I need to bitch.  So here's my sh*t list:

My husband is unemployed.

I no longer have a left breast and I'm tired of clothes not fitting right... anywhere.

I have more crap than I know what to do with and need to have a garage sale, sell some things, get rid of things... I don't know where the hell to start.

The garage is packed with my belongings that I need to sort through.  It's stressing me because I want to get some of it out before the change in temperature ruins some of the clothes, purses, etc. but there's no room in the house.

My mother has disowned me.  That's both good and bad.  I think I've posted already that she had told me that my cancer was God's punishment.  Last week was my birthday and I never heard from her.  Good because I really don't want to have to listen to or put up with her crap.  I know there are worse mothers.  But, for a mother to tell her own daughter something like this and to have given me all of the trouble (to put it mildly) during my engagement, etc. is just a crock of sh*t.

Bad because, I guess, there's the psychological impact of my mother "abandoning" me as such, etc., etc., etc.

I haven't found a therapist here that I like and I miss the one I had back home.  The one that I have gone to so far has done nothing but talk my ears off and has done little, if any, asking about my problems.  I'm not going back to him.  Waste of time and money.

My desk is a mess, the house is a mess, my head is a mess.

Oh, and I don't have any pictures of my wedding.  My father in law tried to take some but apparently they were too dark.

And, although I have a good husband, I'm still pissed off at him about my birthday last week.  He had spent about a week out of state packing up the remaining stuff at my house and was driving back the day of my birthday.  I went out that morning and bought a roast and all the sides to cook and have ready for when he'd get back in town.  I emailed him later in the morning telling him not to eat, that I was cooking.  He said not to cook, I told him it was too late.  Then he called and asked if it could feed a bunch of people.  I guess I'm pissed because he never asked me what I wanted to do for my birthday and had made arrangements to eat at his parents house.  Nothing against his parents, they are good people.  But, what really did me in, was when after I asked him why he didn't tell his mother I was cooking, he said he didn't want to offend her.  Really?????  What the hell?  Why was it okay to offend me?

I don't care what the studies have shown about alcohol and a connection to breast cancer. Screw it.  I'm staying on my high horse and I'm going find something to drink.

Thanks for reading.

Feel free to post your sh*t list too!