I never realized how miserable children make me until they're gone. When my other daughter got out and didn't come back, I was so much happier. When my son died, I jumped for joy. I can't stand fucking kids in my house or near me.. They scream at night keeping me awake, they are constantly knocking shit over and breaking things. They will get into food that is left out, etc, etc, etc. The bastards go into my room when I'm not here. Their hair is fucking gross and it makes it hard to breath.