So I'd rather my first fubar blog be about my drunken fun, but it's not.
I'm feeling a little lost at the moment.
I couldn't drink this year cuz I was so damn sick I couldn't get out of bed.
Rather than cancel his plans with his whore, he taught my 5 year old how to work the microwave so HE could cook dinner. I couldn't argue with him, I tried. I tried walking in to the kitchen and fell. He didn't help me up. He said that's what I get for trying to argue.
His family brought me meds and cookies and offered to help put the kids to bed.
Shame somebody else had to take care of HIS responsibilities.
I hate this. I hate her. I want to hate him.
I need rum and some comfort sex.
