Sigh, my nice Sunday is not turning out so "nice." Husband and kiddo had a big political argument last night leading to much dismay and annoyance from husband. He's been going on about divorce for hours, which I try to tune out, but it's such an unpleasant ace to spend. Now he's talking to the kid all "happy and loving" because, I swear to God, if I have that card shoved in my face I'm going to go stay at the kid's house until the husband either knocks it off or gets a divorce attorney. I think that is why the kid called, LOL. He texted me to apologize for being a jerk at me, (the kid) and I was like, "Um, I am not the person you need to apologize for, but you may wish to, if you don't wish to have your mommy stay at your place indefinitely."
Now they're both having a "nice talk." I seriously want to knock BOTH their heads together. I really don't give a rat's behind about who is more at fault regarding RUSSIA. I give a behind about MY life not having to be like this because two angry, alpha males had a FIT at each other.
I am seriously telling the husband if he ever brings up a divorce again, I am getting one. That is his ugliest little behavior, and I am DONE with it. Hence, the reason I am not editing.... The dude in my book is NICE, and it's hard to portray that when you really want to grab your "fictional person's" BALLS and twist them into a KNOT. Also hard when your head hurts from all the nonsense shoved in ones face. LOL.
I could buy a
mod. It might even briefly make me feel better, but that seems like a nonsensical solution, and an unnecessary one.
I know we're all stressed, the boy moving, trying to help him get on his feet, ending the fire claim and etc, but I am just ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!! I imagine my day will improve. Well, LOL, I can't imagine it getting worse, but it will probably be fine.
I HATE BOTH OF THEM at the moment. A whole, whole bunch. They go get in a car, scream at each other, and *I* pay the penalty?????????????????
What makes it worse is the fact I've been super nice to BOTH those idiots, buying them stuff, taking them places, doing domestic stuff.... Argh. Oh well, at least I have yoga to look forward to, heheh.
End rant, thanks for listening Shinyitis fellows. Man, I am proud of myself that no one got punched. I did think a lot about what kind of dent one of my provaris would make in the Husband's skull, but I didn't ACT on it.
Anna