Quote: You caught that too? And just when she was doing real good!
Don't worry, she'll be OK!
h continues to dig his grave deeper and deeper...puts son to sleep in our bed..as if it's actually any cooler in our room than his..then h sits at puter...I go out onto farmers porch to sit (ok and smoke a butt) h then gets up from puter and goes out to deck to smoke his butt...
dig dig dig...h dig dig dig...you started this friggen mess...you need to start shovelling...I'm getting tired of being the one doing the work..apeasing you...
whatever!
I suppose now would be a good time for h to let me know that ok he didn't screw ow but he did just about everything else. at this point I really don't care...I just want the world to stop spinning...I want to be free...I don't want to suffocate anymore..I want to feel good in my skin...I don't want to hide my bithcy side...I want to cry...and stomp my feet..I want to be vulnerable and feel somewhat safe knowing that I place my vulnerability in the hands of a man who wont take advantage of it...I want to trust my h...I want my h to ask me to once again wear the rings that he put on my hand the day I became his wife...I want to beat the ow to death with a sledge hammer...ok so I don't actually want to do it I feel bad even thinking of doing it.
I want h to cry and feel bad for the pain he has caused me.
