Day 1843

Here we go again!

More drama, more screaming etc.....

It didn't work, spent the day @ the beach (don't clean the house, the piles of shit will move themselves, yet feel free to dictate where others' belongings should go), then comes in raging. Amazing. How the fuck can you enjoy a day off, with your son in tow, dragging your husband's name through the mud-as he's out working, then come in and get pissed all over again. This, again, after not lifting a finger in the home. Another example: It buys corn. Harmless right? Where do you think the residue was? In the garbage? Nope. On the floor? Yep. Yet, again, It spent the other morning, literally, flinging my belongings to the ground, after telling me It wanted me out. THIS is what Jeeeeeeeezus would do?

Really makes you proud of who you are. you come in, your son loathes you. His mother feeds the fire, he not knowing he's being fed a load of crap.

But I ran. Life is good.