Sunday, June 30, 2013

I am the girl with the short skirt and the long jacket.

Life is a bunch of balogna. The kind you find in the back of your fridge when you're cleaning it out. The package looks melted, buttery, and is sticky and misshapen. You open the package and smell a mix of your ex boyfriends feet and fluffy girl vagina. 

Sigh. 

So, naturally, when my kids dad found out I was seeing someone else he went ballistic and began controlling my entire life. This lasted a few short weeks until he was certain that the guy had stopped pursuing me. He has returned, in full effect, to the vulgar, disgusting, manipulative, verbally abusive, fat prick he tries not so hard to cover up. My stress level is so high that I sweat constantly, I'm covered in a rash, I cannot drink anything except water, and I cannot eat anything except fruit and dry cereal. Everything, and I mean, everything makes me sick. I am not depressed though. That's always a plus. Today, Silas stuck his tongue out and spit at me while Steve was yelling at me and Steve commended him. It was gross. I packed Steve's stuff up a few days ago but he just unpacked it and put it all away. I pay all the bills and the rent which leaves me $32 between checks to put gas in my car, buy diapers, and other household necessities. 

Sigh. 

I need a second job. Even if its only 1 or 2 days a week. 

At least my kids are healthy and beautiful. I would just like to be able to enjoy them more without the drama.