Life has me so fed up lately.
My husband has made it abundantly clear that he doesn’t want to be “bothered”, and now has his panties in a twist because I’m not bothering with him at all. I make meals and put his plate out for him to eat. If he does, whatever. If he doesn’t, whatever. I took the trash out last night, and brought the can back in this morning. I run around in nothing but a bath towel because our daughter needs dressed and fed and our son needs fed, before I even get dressed myself. Two hours later, and I still haven’t eaten anything myself.
Sigh.
I need a real life ctrl + z power.


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