So, I'm just sitting on the couch going about my evening...and then it happened. I got pissed. Not just kinda pissed...really, fucking pissed. I was so mad I could have fucked up Chuck Norris.
Dickhead went to a "conference", and got laid when I was home with our infant DS. Must have been fucking nice to get some. I sure know I wasn't!
Then, all I could think of was his fucking buck-toothed, mop-riding, firefly from hell LTAP!! I'll just refer to her as bitch (lowercase 'b' because she isn't worth it) for ease. Oh my fucking god how could I have been so fucking stupid?!? I want to take a Louisville slugger to his god damn car and not stop beating the shit out of it. He and bitch made an "informed decision" about the purchase of it. I didn't even find out he bought it until AFTER THE FUCKING FACT! He and bitch were always so damn kind to invite ME to go see movies with them. Sorry, jackass, I was the third wheel back in highschool "dates". Ugh...I can't believe I stayed in bitch's house. I can't believe I let my DS around her. I can't believe I let her touch him. I can't believe I let her touch ME! I mean, my god, her oldest grandson is fucking closer in age to WH than bitch was!! Just DISGUSTING!
Oh, and I'm the BAD MOTHER! Yeah, right, because I boxed up my life and moved 600 fucking miles away with our DS per YOUR suggestion and encouragement to trust you and that it was "the best for our family." So what do you do? Meet up with some waffle-faced c*** a week after we left. I had to call you because YOU never fucking called your DS. I had to hold him while he cried every night because YOU were too damn peoccupied screwing around to answer your phone. I had to make excuses for YOU. You were supposed to be looking for jobs, but instead, were fucking around. When you finally got your happy ass here 6 MONTHS LATER, you blamed me for how miserable you were. Lets not forget YOU sat on your ass ANOTHER 8 FUCKING MONTHS at home Skyping and meeting sluts here. I was working my ass off supporting this family ALONE. What thanks do I get?? Hmmm...exposed to god only what diseases, emotionally and sexually neglected and a single mother of one child and another that acted like one.
SI friends, you have got to talk me down from this. I've already busted 4 vases and that was only because I could reach any others. How do I handle the rage?? I haven't said a word, but I want to yell and curse so bad that I'd make a sailor blush. Hell, I maybe already have. I don't know where this came from but I can't fucking take it!
**sigh**
Sorry it's long and not nice. I'm not this kind of person. And kudos if you found the movie quote.
P.S. Sorry for typos. Posted on my iPhone and I'm too pissed to proofread.
[This message edited by HeartInADustpan at 11:33 PM, June 4th (Tuesday)]