I'm going stark raving mad. The son of a bitch keeps changing his mind about what things I have authority over and what he has authority over. He seems to forget that I'm also a client. I know I don't have millions in assets, but it would hurt if I took my money and ran. He hurts my feelings. I don't need to be in this environment. I feel guilty because I'm not home for Emily. I don't like being alone for hours at a time in this office with nothing to do. I don't know how much more of this I can take.
drowning,
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