I am unhappy this week. I'm on vacation, it should all be grand. But it's not.
Joe and I had another fight last night. Caused of course, by my lying grandson. God, I'm so tired of this.
To most of the world, Joe is Mr. Nice Guy. Can't do enough for you, yada, yada, yada. To me, and to his sister, he can be an absolute PRICK.
The things he says in anger are horrible. Cruel. Meant to cause pain. I wonder sometimes why I'm the target. But i suppose I'm the only safe one he has. But that doesn't excuse it anymore. Once the words are said, they can't be taken back. And they echo in my head for days.
It's a barrage of mean.
2 years now I've been giving everything I have to this household. 2 years of misery. I walked away from my life to do what I thought was the right thing. And all I ever get for it is kicked in the teeth. I should have just stayed in FL where I was and let him deal. But I didn't.
Now he thinks that he's going to pack up the kids and move to NH to be with the girlfriend and that I'm going to stay here and rent this place. I'm not. It's not what I want, and it's not what I'll have.
I'm taking my life back. Shortly. Like it or not y'all. I'm done.
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