Thursday, May 27, 2010
DO not read this post unless you want to know how strange I am
I was going to make Irish Cream brownies for dessert. (Among a few other things like watermelon.) Dave had other ideas. Even though he wasn't supposed to be going with us. (Work gets in the way) He informed me, no, he TOLD me, that I and his children didn't need brownies and I couldn't make them. And did I really need brownies any way? You can imagine how I handled this piece of information. I went frickin nuts. Then the kids got up and were slow to get moving and my morning got worse. After I finally got them to school and got Dane to quit saying, "Are you mad at me mommy?" I just layed my head on the table and cried. And cried and cried. You never know how much you talk to someone until they are dead. I still talk but I don't get an answer.
I am so lonely. I have no one to talk to about the little things in life. About a month ago Dane and I went to Goodwill and I found a pair of Packers Crocs. A big score in our house since Dave is a cheese head. When I got back to the Church parking lot where I was waiting for Chrissy I called my mom to tell her. We all know how that went don't we? So when I pulled myself together I thought I'll call my Dave and tell him. (Now I should have known how this would go.) Let us say he didn't give a flying fuck about a pair of shoes. Which made me feel even worse. I really am alone. I have no friends. We as a couple have no friends. Which is how my husband likes it. Friends cause problems he says. We don't have time for anyone else. (Before you jump all over Dave, I have have to agree with him, sort of.) My next post will be, Anyone who says that they have a perfect marriage is full of shit.
So anyway, getting back to our afternoon of fun, I picked the kids up from school and when we got back to the house Dave was home. To show a united front for the kids, he went with us to my sisters. Where we had a great swim and an awesome boat ride. The weather was beautiful. I didn't make brownies. I probably will never make them again. I am hurt and confused to why our life is falling apart.
It's probably because I don't have a job and therefore don't bring anything to the table. So to speak.
Oh, there I go off subject again. Sorry. Does anyone know what is in the next picture?