Just thinking about writing this post makes me cry, which makes me feel like a baby or a fucking crazy person. I can not describe how fucked up I got last night, and the hubby was so oblivious to it, like normal. Took WAY to many of my crazy pills. Went to Walmart and forgot all of the things that I went there for, but this morning I realize I have random things still sitting on my dinning room table.
I was in an AMAZING mood yesterday, I felt like I was on top of the world. Work was going good, I was looking good, kids were acting good, customers were good (for the most part). Then David started texting me. He decided to go through my email and then started bombarding me with text messages. Which totally pulled the amazing mood down to sadness. Who the hell wants to cry at work. He invaded my privacy and has NO trust in me, that's what pisses me off.
Yes, I do have a few mental illnesses, I am not ashamed of it, hell I can overcome them. However when they are being thrown up in your face and you are being told that "I don't think that the kids are safe around you" is a low fucking blow. I would never do anything to harm my boys. I am highly insulted that my husband said that to me, and/or that he even thinks such a thing.
I am determined to get my shit together and get out of this house and away from this man who thinks so lowly of me. It might take another month, but March 1st, I am OUT.
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