Let the negativity commence:
F*CK MY HUSBAND.
F*CK F*CK F*CK F*CK F*CK HIM TO F*CKING HELL.
well, I'm glad you asked. All week long I've had plans to go out with my girls this weekend so that I can let go of some steam. Motherhood is hard and add to that being a wife to this guy..yea..even rougher. So I need a friggin break. I need to let my hair down. I need to drink a few beers. I need to be loud and obnoxious. I need to rock my nose ring like I don't give a flying f*ck. I need to start some trouble. [not really on the last one]. I need to flirt with the bartender and get some free drinks! lol. I want it. Yes I need it. Last weekend and the weekend before that, the husband has been invited to go out with the guys. The first weekend was a bunch of guys and one wife who invited me to go. The second weekend he went to watch UFC at Hooters. I told him to go ahead and do his thing, as long as I can go out THIS weekend.
So tell me why this douchenozzle comes in the door and announces [no, not asks. he ANNOUNCED] that he's going out tonight.
Uhm...exCUSE me? Remember the DEAL mister? *I* am going out tonight. You are staying home with the baby. I am being reckless. You are being daddy.
Can you believe this guy? He actually got mad at me for having plans. So seeing that he was upset, I just told him to go ahead and go out and I'll stay home [yet again]. Then....oh THEN- you'd think he'd be grateful and happy and lose the 'tude.
NOPE! KING ASSHAT OF THE CENTURY keeps it coming. He throws in some not so nice words, a LOT of attitude, and snarky remarks until I finally can't take it anymore and I stomp out of the house to my friends house. Wouldn't you know it? She's not there. So I came back. Hey- I need to clean anyway. I figured I'll give him a dose of my lethal SILENT TREATMENT. Oh no- seeing his opportunity- this f*cktard leaves for the gym.
I need a beer.