Ulcers.

I can't say that I have heard anything about ulcers since before 2000. Did they decide they don't actually exist? or is it that they are so common place anymore, that it's just a part of the actual make up of our bodies. You know, like, blood, bones, ulcers.  ?
I think I have them. My stomach is sick. and sad. and hurts. I'm pretty sure it's ulcers. My tears are too close to the surface to actually talk about the events of today, March 23. But, let me just give a quick overview of what could be contributing to my ulcers.
Carson.
-Failing English. No, I should correct that and state, Failed English. I am making him take it              online.
-Weird obsessions
-Lying to me about kissing his girlfriend.
-Getting texts from his friends saying they are worried about him, that he told them 'that nobody would care if he died.'
Skye.
-Kissing a boy in my house during lunch.
Daisy.
-4th grade girls drama, and the mothers that call me.
Creeden.
-His bad days that cause melt downs.
Canyon.
-Naughty. Defiant. Aggressive.
Church.
-Nursury, stressful, not rewarding, crying kids, runaway parents, getting so so little from church except a migraine.
-Visiting Teaching
-People judging my daughters short skirt.
-My older two do not love it. Hate it actually.
My House.
- I have to get it ready for someone else to live in.
My dogs.
-I have to get rid of them, and nobody wants them.
Cars.
Clients.
and, well, now I get to navigate this all on my own.
Ya, I have ulcers.