Womens Lib has led me down a path of Prozac

Before I go on with my whole life story here, I suppose I ought to explain the title of my log. I hate that womens lib has forced me out into the work field with a lesser paying job than a man while doing the same work. I am angry I have to be chauffeur, maid, cook, peacekeeper, probation officer, banklender, mechanic and any of the other jobs I do on a daily basis. I am angry I have to do it alone and I do not get child support. I am angry that my X just doesn't hold a job or have a license so DOR can do nothing to enforce it. I am angry when I hear women moan and complain that their loving husbands go to work all day and they are stuck home with the kids going shopping. Do you realize
HOW GOOD YOU HAVE IT?????????????????
I would love to be at home with my children, doing crafts and going to all their school plays. I would love to be able to have the time to clip coupons and have my house clean. I would love for one week to go by when there is not an argument over someones clothes not getting washed or no snacks or papers were not signed or reports were not done. I never ever have enough time.
I would love for someone else to have to worry about the bills, or for someone else to be called to fix my tire next time I have a flat. Try changing a tire on the highway with a car full of kids going to three different practices while you are on your lunch break from your second job.
I have never had such good fortune to be at home with my children. My kids are not a result of only my upbringing, but a result of various daycare, neighbors, schools and other programs I have thrown them in and out of trying to make ends meet. Thank god they have turned out ok so far.........Not exactly the Stedford children but..............

First off, let me say I am not on Prozac, but I swear sometimes I should be. I completely understand WHY this is one of the most prescribed drugs to women in the world. I think the whole women's lib movement stinks. I think it set women back more than put us ahead. I am not saying we should not be allowed to vote or be forced to stay with abusive partners, but this whole magical idea of being some kind of Superwoman is just ridiculous. I am a single mother of three kids, never married. I was with my two eldest children's father since I was 15 years old, ended up pregnant at 16. My son was present at my high school graduation. I left the father after my daughter was born, I needed wings to fly and he kept trying to cut them. I started college with two infants, less than two years apart. I had no family to help me and needless to say I flopped. I met my youngest daughters father and thought he was just the coolest thing in the world. He was poor and didn't have anything, but had a family that loved him and a sense of happiness I had so longed for. I found out his "sense of happiness" was alcohol and drug induced and his loving family had more problems than an anniversary episode of Jerry Springer. I was on my own again. I went back to school, took a job working third shift. I stayed single, and single and single......... I worked my butt off all night, came home got kids to school and daycare and fell asleep. I got up at three and started homework and dinner, logged onto the computer to get my lesson plans. I gave baths, read bedtime stories and went back to worth. Oh, yes, this was the dream life. I was so glad that women's suffrage ended so I can do this every day. There was never any extra money, I had to walk to the store with three kids in tow to buy groceries and then lug them all back home. It was especially fun in the dead of winter. I particularly liked it when my friends from HS and work would drive by and beep and wave.....Oh yes, that was so nice of them, in their heated cars, soft tunes playing..........
Ok, I know it was my own fault and I got myself into this, I should have stayed a virgin and would not be in this situation. I worked long and hard, finally got myself a car. A purple Camaro. Not the most economic choice, but it was beautiful. I loved it.