I'm angry with the whole world and it the feeling appears to be mutual.
I'm angry with my husband of now -- heaven help me -- of almost 10 years. Why I thought he'd ever change. I'm so stupid. I mean his ex wife dumped him because he was a pot smoker and lazy ass -- at least then he was working part time. So what do I get? Aggravation. He finally stopped smoking a couple of years ago because I told him I would divorce him just like his ex wife did and she denied him visitation because he wouldn't clean up his act. So who did he blame for the rest of his life -- his ex and believe it or not his son who was only six at the time. What have I done for my husband. If it weren't for me he wouldn't have a roof over his head. I endured a crappy job for over two years so he could get new hips. A year ago I told him to get a job (for real ha) because I found a part time job I loved (at the time) and we couldn't make it on my income. So I sent him to driving school to get his CDL. Has he even looked for a job? The few times he attempted to they didn't want him because he had no experience. He presumably can't work for UPS or Fed Ex because he's not allowed to lift over 75 pounds or it will damage the hips I paid for with my blood, sweat and tears. So I plead with him go back to the driving school, put in applications every where, talk to my son's bus driver. Start somewhere -- that's how you get experience. I went from being nasty and demanding to being loving and then pleading and saying that your family needs you. And he hugs me and puts on the remorseful act and yeah yeah he'll try. And he doesn't. So tonight when I got home from work exhausted -- and still in pain from the dentist's excavation in my mouth Saturday and my biting my cheek so hard because I couldn't feel anything that it still looks and feels like a battlefield inside. My son who can be the sweetest kid in the world has turned into an ungrateful monster. Apparently I didn't play one of his imaginary games right and he's not speaking to me. Now I know I won't stay angry at a nine year old. I mean he's nine and unfortunately he's inherited my stubborness -- I'm praying not my depression. I mean crap most of my family is on meds (or should be) a fact I didn't find out till late in life. So now my husband is in bed with my son till he falls asleep. And usually after a time I would wake my husband and say get into our bed. But tonight I'm so angry and so lonely and we don't have much of a sex life anyway. At first I blamed it on myself because I've gained so much weight over the past two years but I've been trying to lose it. And the bottom line is that I still have normal sexual desires. It appears that my husband does not. I mean the few times we have done it I've been so disappointed. I've even suggested the little blue pill but I know the problem is deeper than that. And crap why didn't I leave him years ago when I met T*. Becasue T* didn't want to leave his family and it wouldn't have worked with him anyway. Let's face it all my life I've chosen losers. You'd think by age 50 I would have learned better. Apparently not.


Currently listening to: the clock ticking
Currently reading: tag on PDA cord
Currently watching: lights outside window
Currently feeling: pretty damn crappy