You are only good for searching things like paula deen riding things and ryan gosling saying things I wish my husband would say. Nobody even reads what I have to say. So you’re not good for ranting. Stop it. Why can’t I have friends that like me
No, seriously. I’ve removed all of my crappy friends from my life (But they don’t know it because I’m a nice person I guess and don’t like the drama that revolves around them and just might start on me..) And my husband has been SO nice recently. For the past two weeks we’ve been close to inseperable, he’s been spending so much time with me! I feel important and special. c: Our car’s been in the shop for over a week now.. Getting very impatient with it. I didn’t want it in the shop in the first place. It was supposed to be out by FRIDAY! Friday! Ugh. At least we don’t have to pay for it, I guess.. We better not fuckin’ have to pay for it. (I keep asking juan and he’s like no! my dad is! but I have reason to believe he’s just assuming his dad will..) Keira took her first few steps today! A whole bunch of times! I took videos of a couple of times. She’s awesome. I’m still having allergy fuck ups. EVERY time I go outside. Every time… I start hacking up a lung and my nose goes insane. I don’t think I’m sick, I don’t feel sick, but, wtf. I’ve been waiting for a chick to pick up a breast pump I’m giving her for FREE all fucking day. I’m considering selling this god damn thing. So I guess life isn’t PERFECT right now — but it’s pretty damn good. I’m stopping drinking soda, hopefully that will help me feel better during the day.. And maybe lose a lb or two.. No? Okay. :( Sup tumblah.
I’m like an alcoholic. Trade the booze for a fantasy world. I live in a wonderful place where everybody is happy all of the time and there are no problems ever. My fantasy land often clashes with reality land. This is where most of my problems come from.
My husband is a fat, lazy, good-for-nothing asshole. I know behind his asshole he means well, but I don’t know if it’s good enough to stay with him. He’s had a total of three jobs ever since I’ve had my baby. At one point, he worked two jobs. One at Coldstone and a one-day-a-week job at this little restaurant that no longer exists in our town. (They packed their shit & moved away out of nowhere.) He quit Coldstone because they stole money from him. Good enough reason I guess. We went probably… 6 months jobless. I do not count his one-day-a-week job as a job because he spent none of that money on our child, he spent it on “food” (probably beer.). In october, he got a job at Pincher’s Crab Shack (ever heard of it? cool place.). GREEEAT opportunity. He loved his boss, his boss loved him, he had wonderful hours, life was good for a little while. We started trying to save up to buy a car from a friend of mine (great condition, free maintence, too good to be true honestly.) Then, in november, dearest husband started getting sick. Over and over again. So he got fired because his boss wanted someone they could “depend on” or whatever. The job itself was too good to be true, anyway. I mean he got paid WEEKLY! He got fired in late november and has not tried looking for a job since. INSTEAD, he’s been hanging out with his friends and getting drunk every other night, while I stay at my MOM’S house, not even living with him now, taking care of HIS baby. He helped make this baby! He does not take care of this baby!
Am I right to be pissed the fuck off? He did nothing sexual, but he developed a crush on another girl. Another girl, who, was a good friend of mine. She is younger, skinnier, prettier, blonde.. She smokes weed, drinks, does ALL of the fun shit. I don’t. I’m boring. He cheated on ME while he sits on his ass all day.
Someone please give me reasons as to why I should not file for divorce and move my happy ass all the way back up to Alabama.