There goes my day...
You know, I was having a pretty good day. I was sorting things to sell on ebay to start my little side business idea. I was getting shit done and was up early... went out, even got to the grocery store and got some stuff my husband asked for. You know, like a good wife is supposed to.
Then he comes down stairs and I start to ask him to look at my daughters computer cause its going REALLY slow. Like 20 minutes to start up and get into windows kinda slow... Before I can even finish my sentence he snapped at me saying "Why dont you get a fucking job?!" it was like he was using those words as a weapon. He was mean and had hate in his voice. so fast forward through yelling and telling each other to Fuck off... I'm now sitting here, completely unmotivated, not really giving a shit about anything, and in tears. Why should I even bother trying anymore? obviously nothing I do is going to be good enough.
my chest hurts.
Then he comes down stairs and I start to ask him to look at my daughters computer cause its going REALLY slow. Like 20 minutes to start up and get into windows kinda slow... Before I can even finish my sentence he snapped at me saying "Why dont you get a fucking job?!" it was like he was using those words as a weapon. He was mean and had hate in his voice. so fast forward through yelling and telling each other to Fuck off... I'm now sitting here, completely unmotivated, not really giving a shit about anything, and in tears. Why should I even bother trying anymore? obviously nothing I do is going to be good enough.
my chest hurts.