So it’s Friday heading into Memorial Day Weekend. The teenager drama that has erupted in my house this week makes it so that I just don’t wanna fuckin go home. 2 days is bad enough but I gotta deal with 3 of em this weekend and the kids leave on Monday for camp. That means I’ve got to sit alone an entire day with the shit pot stirrer. Even with the kids gone, she’s not likely to back off because I’m pretty sure PMS is in full scream mode. She has NO filter right before she starts bleeding. I love her and these kids dearly but I look forward to going home to Jesus. I just can’t imagine with how well our marriage has worked out in comparison to a lot of others and how well our kids have turned out in comparison to others that this thing is supposed to be so so difficult to navigate. I mean seriously, if we were dealing with infidelity or we had kids on drugs, it would be VERY understandable why a marriage would be difficult to be in. We even have a friend that repeats all the time “they’re good kids….they’re really good kids” and he’s not fucking wrong.
Adding to the lack of peace of the moment is that we’re just fuckin broke. We have the money to pay for everything but that’s it. There’s no extra. I’m gonna be taking my change collection to buy wine.
I’m going to find a way though to take a few moments to drink a beer on Monday to honor the fallen. I refuse to let the joy thieves I live with force me to miss that.
Wanna Be A MGTOW 