About as supportive as a jock strap made of overcooked noodles
Day freakin' six.
Five. Goddess golly - day six.
I think I am going to kill my husband, but I have not had a cigarette in six days.
I asked him three questions earlier and was accused of interrogating him - which is spectacular. Passive aggressive codependent manipulative little shit......*mutters* There - with that said -
Time to get out of the house for a bit. Not because I feel that getting in my car, which smells like smoke, or going anywhere that I have smoked is good but because if I sit here and ruminate on the exchange I just had with my darling depressed Handsome - I might well lose it.
Much love to you all. I will make it through this. Unsure if I will do so without a smoke - but I will make it through one way or another. He's not being any less supportive than any other time. Why does it bother me so much this time?
-Me