Mandatory Overtime

Overtime is killing me. Dead. I don't know how Michael lives with me. All I do is work and cry (sometimes in an angry voice) about how I still have to work that evening/the next day. I just need a break. I'm so tired. We are entering the 7th week in a row of mandatory overtime and I am slowly dying inside. If I have to work 50 hours again next week, I may just call in sick all week.