I don’t even know why I post on here anymore. I only sign on to rant about what’s pissing me off about my husband. Life is shit. Everything about it, except us, which obviously can go bad a lot, so can I even say that part is good? I’m pissed right now and I have so many things running around in my mind so fast that I can’t even grasp the reason WHY I’m so pissed. They’re just little blips of thoughts and when I try to actually think about them, they’re gone. It’s like looking into a lake and seeing hundreds of minnows, but as soon as you reach to grab one, they all swim away in different directions before you can catch it.
Worthless Piece of Shit
Stupid Fucking Nigger
"No. I’m going to spend my money the way I want to spend my money."
Cannot believe he fucking said that. I’m the one working, but we’re married, so I will say it’s our money, but it sure as fuck is not YOUR money. Are you kidding me?
Here’s the real kicker though. He said this in response to me saying, “I have a couple surprises for you, but I need to wait until payday.”
I WAS BEING NICE AND TRYING TO DO STUFF FOR HIM AND THEN HE SAYS THAT SHIT. WHAT THE FUCK.
He finds a reason to get mad at me for anything. The other day he screamed at me for clipping my toe nails wrong…..I’m serious. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?! DON’T CUT THEM THAT SHORT. WHY DON’T YOU PAY THE FUCK ATTENTION TO WHAT YOU’RE DOING?!”
It’s bizarre. I couldn’t even think to yell at someone for that as a joke, let alone actually get mad over it. Holy shit.
He’s been hitting me a lot more often, but it’s been better the last few days. I’m not saying I didn’t deserve it, but it has been more frequent.
I don’t know. I’d probably be more upset if I wrote about these things when they were happening. Now they’re getting better so it’s hard to go back and find those emotions. Meh.
I had a dream that I had sex with James Franco and then we went into another room and he started teaching me about all the different kinds of weed and which ones I should try.
My favorite kind of days are the ones where we walk around the city for an hour in the hot sun of newly summer air and when we get home we take off all our clothes and collapse on the floor, smothering each other’s bodies in kisses, leaving the taste of salt from their skin on our lips.
I wish I cared about guys’ butts because my husband has an amazing ass, but I really just don’t give a fuck about how good of a butt a guy has. I wish I did….
Typically I blame my husband for the fact that I don’t have any friends because he put me in isolation in the beginning of our relationship and I never got out of it, but tonight I realized that aside from the few girl friends I used to have, if you could call them that because I never saw them outside of shows, I only had friends because I was a whore, and that’s just the sad truth.
If you found a check on the ground that was made out for $425, was signed, but was NOT made out to anyone, what would you do?