Welcome home!

I am already trying not to lose my shit and I've only been home for an hour! When I come back from a lengthy vacation, I expect to be glad of my return, not reminded of why I couldn't wait to leave in the first place. I'm not even going to waste the effort it'd take to make this a full rant. Let me just make it perfectly clear that I have exhausted every possible second chance and excuse for the person who is the source of my frustration. Emotional walls are up and I feel nothing for this person; no pity, no sympathy, no inkling of fondness. It's a complete shut-out as far as I'm concerned, and that doesn't make me a bitch, it makes me smart because guess how much bullshit I need in my life? NONE POINT NONE.