Yesterday I tried my best to stay in the house with the ole man.
After walking pass the master bedroom three times and watching him sleep, I could not take it any longer.
I sat there for three hours and I got nothing.
no conversation… nothing
Soooo, I grabbed my coat and out the door I went, bad weather or not.
I left at 4:30pm while he was sleeping. At 7:45pm I assume he woke up because he called.
I said , “fuk it,”
I’m not going back to the house just to watch him sleep again. So I decided to stay out longer. In fact I went someplace else so that I wouldn’t have to go back home.
I sometime look at other people’s blogs on this site and it appears that everyone is so perfect here.
The nerves of me blogging about my fuked up relationship.
Do I have other stuff to talk about? Yes, but I want to talk about this for now. I believe that blogging this stuff will help me in a long run and it will help me with my decision in the future.