Well I was supposed to go to therapy at 3pm today and my hubby was supposed to come with me but since he says I never told him we needed a sitter for my 8 year old he can’t come. I don’t want to go by myself so looks like I’ll be rescheduling. Why am I the only one able to find a sitter? Wtf??
His dad won’t watch the boys because I called him a few names and he got all butt hurt like the bitch he is. He seems to think that what he says as far as rules for my sons reigns over what my hubby and I say.....ummm no. He then proceeded to say that the state should come in and take the boys from us and give them to him. I replied with, “Are you kidding me? You would never get my kids. You’re a fucking hoarder. Your house is disgusting and smells. Plus there’s no blood line to Jack. Try again asshole.” He didn’t like that comment and I felt as if he owed me an apology.
Anyways, the last time I met with this therapist, she talked....excuse me, bitched about her stepmother and stepsiblings. Wtf....I thought this was about me. Guess not. I’ll probably just call my PCP and get put back on Zoloft.
Yea, I became an insomniac on it but at least I smiled....
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