Weekends are a b---h. They should be family time. For the most part they are. Friday night and Saturday are usually great. I feel pretty detached and spend a lot of time with the kids. Sunday is horrendous. I really feel like this house is not big enough for the two of us. By the time Sunday rolls around, I am climbing out of my skin. This weekend has been especially difficult. I am sick and don't feel much like leaving the house. Add to this that it snowed and I had to cancel a trip to a friend's. I want to really keep up a PMA but I really can't stand being in the same house as W. I feel trapped in the house with her. Add to this my long known realization that nothing good ever comes from snooping: I know I should not have, but I looked in her drawer and found some very sleazy transparent thong panties. Probably about 10 pairs. Who is this person? My son's bar mitzvah is coming up and it's going to cost a lot of money. My WAW is now draining the rest of my finances. I have to work with her to plan the guest list and arrange every detail even though I don't even want to see her at all. I want to smile and go play with my kids but I am having trouble acting as if. I know I am venting and will probably catch a lot of flack but I feel I am slowly losing it. I really feel like I have had enough and I want to get off of this roller coaster.
