H is up and gone for the day. I went into the bedroom and asked him to let me know when he was ready to go. He ended up calling is brother for a ride. He also threw away my new book I got yesterday. It's a sex book I thought my help us spice things up but, yep, it's in the trash. He's such an angry man. Angry at me? Although it's directed at me I think it's a personal battle. As I went up to shower, while he was waiting on his brother I told him, this is the last time I'm going to tell you this because I think you already know, but ILY. I will not say it to him again. I'm done. And today I'm going into mystery mode. I will not be here when he gets home from work, I'll forget my cell at home and when I get home, I'll pretend I had a glorious time. Who knows, maybe I will
No solo de pan vive el hombre
Y no de excusas vivo yo.
