I need a break. I need some thing. M is getting on my very, very last fucking nerve and he just doesn't care. I am trying so hard not to cry. I really, really wish he would wake up. Soon. NOW.
I came home from my 3 hour trip to the salon top this...
Me: ~opens bedroom door~
Him: What in the hell did you do to your hair?
Me: Thanks asshole, that's just the thing a woman wants to hear when she gets a lot of hair cut off from her spouse.
Me: ~drops purse in chair and turns around and walks out, SLAMS THE FUCKING DOOR!~
He hasn't said one word to me in three hours since I have been home. Instead he spends his the hours on that fucking game system. I'm sick of it. I'm over it. I'm so fucking over it. I don't even want him coming out tomorrow night with us. I want to go out and have fun without dealing with him.
By the way, there is a conspiracy theory out there. I have managed to be healthy for the past 2 years working at the doctors office, until Jan 2007. Guess what? You guessed it, something else! I have strep. Yes, strep. WHAT THE FUCK? How'd I get strep? Damn it! More antibiotics, still itching from the skin infection which is going on week fucking four?! Come on world. Let me get better. Let me stay better!!!
Tomorrow will be a great day. He will NOT ruin my birthday. I am not going to let him. It's going to be my birthday, and I don't want to cry!
2 comments:
Happy Birthday!!!! Hope you have loads of fun. Remember to make a wish.
Still got a lot to learn, your man.
Enhoy the party!
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