So I told my husband why I’ve been distant. Again. Same story. Different day. I was just hoping this time it may have done some good. Told him how his drinking hurts me. How I want to scream at him. How I hold my feelings in etc. I even copied and pasted bits and pieces of my blogging into text messages. He knows exactly how I feel. How im afraid he will take advantage of the fact I wont leave him. Guess what? After he came home I went in the kitchen to get a glass of water. Low and behold there sat an alcoholic beverage. Fuck you buddy. Fuck you! This chick is now shutting down. I just blew a bunch of smoke out of my ass. For what? A slap in the face that says fuck you and the way you feel? Thats exactly what it felt like the second I saw that can sitting there. Someone might as well have punched me in the gut. I was so ready to have a fun night of laughing and talking and getting back to the norm. Thanks TH for ruining what could of been a sweet sweet evening. I even text that it feels like he has two loves and the other one is ruining me/us. How the hell do you go off and buy a Mikes AFTER that? That tells me he doesnt give a shit!! Guess the other love is stronger. I lose once again. To fucking alcohol. Talk about feeling like shit. I am now in bed. I went straight to bed after I saw that. I gave him a quick kiss and said good night. Now here I am writing to a bunch of strangers hoping, wishing that someone could shed some light on this. Good night my stranger friends. Good night.
Tagged: alcohol, friends, goodnight, lost, sad, strangers
