Pointless Announcements

But then he does things like give Gabe a ride to a friends house at 9:30, where it should take no more than an hour to get back, fucking tops, more like thirty, thirty five minutes, then midnight rolls around and he isn't back, with no news of when.

So why the fuck shouldn't I be apathetic?

A loving wife would worry if he was alright, what happened, is everything okay. But that is because a loving husband wouldn't have spent eleven years making her feel foolish for worrying when he disappears.

There was a point when we wouldn't see him for up to four days on end any given week, as he came home after we all went to bed and left before we all woke.

I quit calling obsessively when he does this a good five years ago, yet I still feel guilt that maybe something bad happened this time.

And when he comes in I will either be asleep or if not he will have a bigger attitude than me if I dare not accept his poor dog with his tail between his legs act.

But maybe this time something bad did happen and it is the time I will regret being a bitch about for the rest of my life.

Apathy. because it is just the way it is and will be.

And no, he is not cheating on me. Unless he always has, always, and I am just stupid.

He just has something, who fucking knows what, better to do out in the night.

I doubt he's cheating. He just seems like a guy who needs his man time.
It's still sucky though.

Amber, I'm sorry about the situation you're in. You deserve better, and he needs to get that through his thick skull. It's definitely not okay to just disappear regularly, and you shouldn't feel bad when you don't worry, because that's entirely his own fault, not yours.

The bloke apologised for being a douche yesterday. It was nice to have family cuddles and make up. Lucy loves it when me and bloke cuddle, she has the biggest gummy smile and goes from me to bloke and back again.

I think Lucy is the most adorable baby girl ever.

Sorry if this adds gas to the fire but you could hire a PI and have him followed. Because what he is doing is not the normal behavior of a married man.

Hiring a PI is not normal either, just saying.

Thank you, Imke. I didn't wanna be the mean one.

Yeah, hiring a PI seems a bit OTT. It could really aggravate things and be a huge expense.

Pepper, I am really sorry your hubby is being such an inconsiderate bastard. Are your kids aware/upset by their father's behaviour? I remember you saying a while ago that Gabe had to give you a hug and comfort you. It must be difficult for him to see you hurt.

How was that being mean?

Well, I for one, try not to tell other people I think their ideas are silly, even when I do. My first reaction to your post was "wow, that only happens in the movies".

Irina just told me I'm mean, that's mean!

Awww!

I've started watching Teen Mom 2 series 3 and what the fuck is wrong with Jenelle?! Get your shit together Jenelle. I want to slap the girls who keep going back to their awful ex boyfriends, then I want to beat the awful guys.

Doctor soon. Ugh. My cough has been so gross today! Then Henry is going to the vets which is so stressful and upsetting because of his howling and he sulks for days afterwards. I wept last time! I know I'm doing the best for him getting his inoculations and worming and stuff but geez, he doesn't half make me feel like an abuser.

Now to the TMI thread to tell you something disgusting.

Jenelle is just about one of the most frustrating people to ever have shown their face on tv. I definitely want to smack her around, but I know it wouldn't do any good, because that girl is absolutely clueless. Oh well, it could make me feel better?

Amy, you're such a caring kitty-mom.

Off to my last exam this semester!

Oh God, i forgot my girlfriend slapped a big purple fake tattoo on my neck last night and i meant to clean it off before i went to work but guess what, i didn't. Now i have to go get it off in the bathroom at work even though i can't see it.

That reminds me of the time I went to school wearing pink nail polish.

Well, at least it wasn't blue nail polish.

I think I might be dying. I was horrendously hungover yesterday and I thought the sore throat was from smoking too many cigarettes the night before, but then the fever came. I was running fever all day yesterday, started with the coughing, stuffy head. And now I'm congested. My throat is killing me. No fever right now, but I imagine it will be back.

I'm supposed to go back to work today, I don't know if I will be able to.

Mike, I don't think you are being mean.
I can't talk with my friends because they are single. When something bad happens, they always have the option to just leave their partner, so it's difficult for them to understand the dynamics.
Married people will complain, but as long as they love the other, it's nearly impossible for them to opt out. They just want to blow off steam, and then look for a way to fix it or to blow over.

Someone once hired a PI to park outside my house and watch me. Not even someone I was married to or anything. I considered it rather rude but I guess he had his reasons.

Did you drive him around in circles and stop at embarrassing places or go far out of your way to sneak out of your house just to mess with him?

PIs are just guys who've been kicked out of the police force.

No. I did things like call the police and tell them a strange man was in a car outside the park video taping children as they played and masturbating.

I would sneak up to the driver side window, tap on the glass, and take closeup pictures of his face when he turned.

Let the air out of his tires.

Shit like that.

PIs are bottomfeeders and should be treated accordingly.

Hah!

I'm not married to the PI idea. I just thought peculiar behavior warranted a strange reaction.

I have to take Izzi to the Lego store today.

To buy Legos.

So embarrassed and anxious. I was in the vet getting Henry sorted while bf was parking the car, it was going okay, the vet is a really grumpy guy but he was being nice. Then the bf just burst in and he kept jabbering away. He told him about how our neighbour gave Henry to us and he used to be called Copper, then how Henry was originally from France according to his microchip. You could tell the vet didn't give a shit and was getting annoyed. Then the vet wanted to know why Sheldon wasn't registered with them but with the chain vets because I said about the worm, I said because of the RSPCA giving me the neutering/microchipping voucher and how from them it's free with this voucher.
(sorry this is boring)
He said they work with the RSPCA too but I know that with them I'd have to pay for half the cost of his neutering/chip and the vet said, "But if you've already booked him in that's fine" and my dumb as fuck bf said "We haven't booked him in!" and then caught on (finally) and said, "Oh yeah we have haven't we oh yeah."
Then the vet seemed grumpier. He gave Henry his worming tablet and he said, "He's got some matts hasn't he." he does, he has some small matts around his neck area, but have you seen how much fur Henry has? Of course he gets matts, I brush him daily but he hates it and I don't get long, he's not like a posh cat, he goes outside and fights and sleeps in leaves. In the winter he gets matts so fast you know? But there was this implication I don't look after him properly. Henry looked scruffy as hell today but if I didn't look after him he would be matted all over, he has ridiculous fur.
I'm so seriously embarrassed. My bf is such a twat, he never shuts up, he always embarrasses me and I've just had enough. Really, I have. I dread going out with him places because he just doesn't sense when he's being boring or annoying. I'm so ugh.

And I have to have a chest xray tomorrow. Earlier I was worried this meant I was probably terminally ill but I was panicking, I probably have an infection. God I'm so stressed right now guys. Sorry to completely blow off steam here but fuck me. I'm sweating and annoyed and embarrassed.

Not my place to ask, but since no one else has, didn't you just unload this particular boyfriend just last week? Did it not take?

No it didn't. It's like he's just in denial, he keeps saying he'll be different and stuff but he can't possibly be different enough. I don't know what to do, I need to put my foot down. I just feel very stuck in this. He's not like how other people complain their ther half is around here, he isn't bad or anything, he's just so annoying.

You gotta get out of this Amy!

I have a dog to one side, and a cat with three legs on my other side.
Job hunting, trying to fix my phone, and watching bad movies.

I know. It's really sad and hard. It's sucking the life out of me though.

Hiring a PI would not exactly be congruent with my apathy.

I don't snoop on him. I don't check his messages, or texts, or email, or look in his wallet, or log into his face book, or dig through is dresser drawers or anything of that sort. Too much effort.

I quit worrying years ago. Before you guys even knew me.

Yeah, worrying about stuff like that is no way to live.

Agreed, I think Pepper's much cooler than me, I'd have properly kicked off by now.

Went to therapy today and I like the guy a lot more than I did last week. My dislike for him probably had to do with my mom being in the room and making things weird. I mentioned that and he said he was thinking the same thing.

He had me take an anxiety test thing that I scored really high on.
It was whatever.

Fucking ninja
fucking snow!
fucking sitting in a fucking parked plane
fucking Ludwig
fucking rugby
fucking France
fucking Germany
fucking tiny bag of fucking peanuts
fucking Aikido
fucking glued on nails
fucking French tips!

That is, like, the best song I have ever heard in my life.

Went to a birthday party tonight and ended up paying too much for the gift, but I had some great cocktails and a B52 flaming shot and tea and even dinner because I only had chicken soup today and it was fun.

Got a 10 on my Subtitling exam, what a fucking surprise. Although the moment I sat in front of the teacher to show my work my heart started racing.

My classmate has a surgery next week, hope he's gonna be fine. I just wanna nurse him (you do say that, right? and it doesn't only mean to breastfeed because that I do not want) and read him stories and make sure he's not dying or whatever.

I'm sure he wouldn't mind the breast feeding. (Was that too crude?) Ehh, I'm not sure how the sense of humor has been around here. Too much talk of tapeworms, lice, and bodily fluids.

My goals for today are to paint and wash my clothes. I ran out of clean clothes that I could wear to work.

Guys, today was so freaking awesome that it's actually making me nervous about what could possibly happen in the next couple hours before I go to sleep to ruin it all.

Details. Now.

I feel like if I go through it, it's not gonna sound that great, but I feel good anyway.

As soon as I got to class this morning we were told that we had a surprise field trip to go visit Wendell Castle's shop. Wendell Castle is pretty much the fuckin' cat's pajamas when it comes to art furniture, but guys like that can be really hit or miss(Garret Hack is a big douche, Thomas Hucker is dope), but he turned out to be the coolest fuckin' guy ever. He's something like 80 years old but you'd honestly never guess, and he gave us an amazing tour of his private shop. Got to see a bunch of his work first had, see his design process and all of his awesome machinery, along with his philosophy and experience with art/furniture/sculpture. That went til about noon and sadly I had to leave a little early to get back to school for another class, which was fine, and I got to hang out with this one really cool indian girl all class. The afternoon was pretty uneventful, but this other girl I've had a crush on was back in school after being sick for awhile and blah blah blah. Anyway, I got back my dorm and a couple other cool things happened that I can't really explain, and then I found out that The Postal Service is getting back together, who is my favorite group ever, so I'm super excited about that. I think that the morning tour and getting to meet Wendell Castle has just had me super excited all day.

I just went into the kitchen to microwave something and found myself opening the freezer rather than the microwave.

I love nighttime cold medicine.

If he were cheating on you, you'd have some idea, some instinct nagging at you and maybe you might do those things, maybe not, but it's almost not even worth finding out. If you guys are working, then that's the best.

Still, might get to see them though, if they are playing the festivals this year, I just want a new postal service album so badly, I jumped to conclusions.

It's like you're in an episode of Girls. Last week's episode. Call 911, all your problems will evaporate. Or extrapolate? Ask me again after this season.