I had a great night with my extended family tonight, and then my husband showed up. I didn't talk to him, but he wanted a ride home, so we all came home together.
As soon as I got home, my daughter pointed out that her dad wasn't happy about something. I didn't even know what it was. Apparently I said something which made him mad, so she got upset, so we talked about it.
Talking turned into arguing, which was my daughter and I arguing about her dad's feelings about ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! He was mad about nothing, so I ended up arguing with my child about ... him. About nothing.
He is toxic.
He said I don't even know her.
He said that about a child with whom he spends about an hour a week, but I'm the one who doesn't know her.
It's not that I don't know her, it's that she is just like him. Feeling words are "bad", so expressing them is " bad".
I fucking hate him with every fiber of my being.
Sunday, June 28, 2015
Douchebaggery
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