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Another crazy week, two extra days off and here I am, back on the phones again. Tuesday was a battlefield with the ultrasound and dealing with Tracy. It started off ok, but then she started talking about how she was going to be naming our son something else, some freaking whitetrash, soap opera name. I told her no and then she started going on about how she had "been so tolerant" since she left, etc. Tolerant? She acted like she was the one who was sitting at home, waiting for me to come back when it's been the complete opposite. I blew up at that point, well, actually after she said that she wasn't even going to put my name on the birth certificate. At that point, I told her that she was about to start experiencing a whole new level of hell and I walked out. I guess she had to get a ride from her parents since I drove her there.
I'm still furious about the whole thing, and it just kicked off a lousy week. At least I did get some fishing in though.
Some days, I just want to give up. I'm sick and tired of fighting, I'd just rather move away somewhere else, where no one knows me and try to start over again. It seems that the harder I work, the harder I try, the deeper into the hole I get.
I'm still furious about the whole thing, and it just kicked off a lousy week. At least I did get some fishing in though.
Some days, I just want to give up. I'm sick and tired of fighting, I'd just rather move away somewhere else, where no one knows me and try to start over again. It seems that the harder I work, the harder I try, the deeper into the hole I get.