Why????

I am sure everyone ask this same question, but WHY ME?

I have been a fairly decent person my whole life. Yes I have done some bad shit, but never to hurt anyone.
Yes...
~I stole from one of my jobs. They weren't pay me enough to deal with the bullshit, and everyone I helped deserved it.
~ I cheated on boyfriends, but only when they asked for it.
~ I lied to my moms, but shit she's lied to me.
~ I take a CD from target, when I buy $100 or more. That's my bonus.

But so fucking what! I can not for the life of me understand WHY ME? Why do I have to get the shit stick in every situation. I live in a house that I fucking HATE! It is small, old, and just ugly. You have to sit on the toilet the wrong way just to use the bathroom, because the toilet hits the tub. The walls are plasiter, so you can not rub your hands over the wall. The kitchen countertops are from the 1900's and have stains to prove it. The dishwasher came from the 1800's and it is so ugly that I have a picture just sitting in front of it. There are gold fixtures throughout the house, and my clothes & shoes hanging in the laundry room. We moved here to fix our money issues; since the rent is $650. While I live here, my mom lives in my first house enjoying my labor. My career is not what I want either. I work all THE FUCKING TIME! Giving everyone else a sense of peace and enjoyment, and then I have to go back to my life. I go to my clients homes, and wonder how did they get so lucky? My daughter goes to one of the uppyist schools in Richmond. And of course I have to go to all her events by myself and listen to those women talk about their Nanny's, their Vacation houses, their Family wealth, their great bodies after 5 Kids, and I still have to smile. I am FUCKING TIRED of the play. The show! This silly rerun of my pitiful life. Where does the shit end? Sometimes I wonder if I hadn't got married, I'd still be motherless, living in a great place, driving a great car, getting my hair, nails, and toes done on a regular, eating out, and while still not gaining a pound. But no, I fall in love, had a baby, started this normal, average, oops below average life. Why me? I believe some people are just meant to be the middle... and guess what, I guess I one of those people. I hate this. I hate my life. I hate Fridays. I hate you too.