It's a wide arc and a hard swing from "yay freakin' yay! to "shit", from love to loathe, from lotus to muddle, from "sharing is caring" to "internal revenue services".
I made peace with a rather difficult five figure check to write and until about an hour ago, I bitterly resented it with much gnashing and grinding of clenched teeth. Given that said teeth have paid in pain for the privilege of writing another check to the dentist, you can imagine just how big the check was and how hard it was to write
Bitterness is not appealing, and forgive me, but the welfare system is broken and not helping. At.All. And I bitterly resent writing checks for welfare as much as I bitterly resent writing them for guns to "protect" us from each other, in case you think I'm an elitist war monger who hates people on welfare.
Non judgmentally speaking: tax is and today I made peace with it all.
Of course, right after that, I accidentally/on purpose started a fight with my husband, who got mad, took his ball and went home. I suspect it has something to do with the fact that he's having problems with his girlfriend. I kid you not though it's not what you think, or at least it better not be. One day I'll explain/explode, but when I do, I'm sure I'll find the other side of that coin too.