so here i sit at my little make shift office/cube hole in the far front corner of my oddly shaped bedroom. I have a cup of coffee and a whole lot of shit to say..
My husband and i have split. Not officially or legally but he now occupies a small studio not to far from here. .
He says that this is mostly my doing, however, its not..
Its equal, i believe. He most certainly wants the woman he met back.. Sorry to say she died with my daughter..
What i want is for him to stop looking for greener pastures so to speak.
I was never a snooper, but when your gut tells you to, you do it.
And i am surprised every goddam time i look
Now we will see how long this train wreck occupies his time.. He thinks i don't know.. innocent conversation or not.. I guess since I'm old news and non exciting, spending hours on the phone with me or texting me, or perhaps looking at me like i was that exciting shiny new toy shouldnt be expected..
oh well.. moving on..
Tomorrow is a mental health day for me.. Lil man will be in daycare and i will be out doing what I want. No interruptions.. I'm soooo looking forward to it..
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