It's 10:00 and H just got home. He walked in and asked me how my day was. I said it was wonderful! I was polite, and I thought I looked cute. He could have cared less. He drank a glass of water and went to bed. He treats me like I'm the one who has another man. These MLCers have such nerve. It's so hard when your living in the same house.
Can I hate him just for tonight
I know it's better not to mention ow, and I never have. BUT I so would love to ask him when he is going to get tired hanging out with a skank.
