A new low today.
As I've written (ad nauseum ...), my husband I do not communicate. He wants to stare at a tv and occasionally made chitchat about football, basketball, hockey, curling (fuck, I don't know), and I want to talk about things which are my reality (not other peoples'). I lose every day. If I try to talk about house maintenance or love or the future, I am being confrontational and mean. So ... whatever.
But today, we drove to my child's basketball game together, and the minute he got in my car (because I always have to drive for some reason), he put in his ear plugs and watched a Liverpool soccer game on his phone.
Fuck you, sir.
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