vigilante shit

so i started talking to someone - a guy. not in romantic kinda way, but more like a friend. a thoughtful one. about the daily struggle with our special son, he has one too. it makes me feel better, like a hell lot better. like i'm not alone. like somewhere somehow someone is suffering too, just like me. so i don't need to talk to you anymore. you don't have to say i "complained" too much anymore - when all i ever wanted is someone to talk to. you don't have to gaslight me that i'm not a good mother. you don't have to convince me that i'm useless. i know i'm not any of that - i just don't have to listen to you. have you ever done something just because you hate someone so much? like you just do what they want because then - you don't have to deal with them anymore. well, suck it. cos in the end - you just gotta do what you gotta do. you and your stupid ridiculous brain cells can go eat shit and die for all i care.