H's surgery went fine, I thought. H, I don't know what happened just now, he just got really mad at our S for throwing a car, spanked him sent him to his room. Then asked him to brush his teeth, S came out to hit a fly with flyswatter. H flipped out and said he's leaving, he has a kid that won't listen to him and left mad as a hornet. It reminds me of back in February when he flipped out because I didn't feed our S fast enough and left in a whirlwind and left me baffled.
He took his medication, he is not supposed to be driving at all, and he just left, mad as hell all becuase of his son, said he's not coming back cause his kid won't listen to him.
Yes there has been lots going on the last few days, H thinking he had cancer, OW in the picture all over the place, major pain after the surgery, questioning why this Sh** always happens to him.
Does this madness never end Besides the fact that I've been crying off and on the last few days myself, I'm an emotional wreck from all of this OW stuff and the surgery myself.
In my living room sits a candy bouquet that she sent to H in the hospital. I don't get it anymore.
