insomnia
I hate being alone late at night. I mean I really hate it. It's beyond depressing and that's when you think the most.
I'm spending entirely way too much time alone late at night. I have very very rarely stayed out past 1 or 2 am without my husband.
There has never been much need to. By midnight, I'm wishing he was with me or I was at home with him. This is not the case on his part. But, to be honest,
we vary in how we feel about all sorts of things. I call and tell him I can't sleep, and it's like something he can't even fathom. "Just sleep"
Fuck you.
The house is creepy at night, it's quieter w/o you around it, and I didn't get married to sit around by myself at 1 a.m.
And to top it off, I have to be at the gym at 5:30 to meet with this personal trainer I signed up for because my husband is disgusted with the way that I look.
(and for roller derby, but MAINLY b/c my husband hates the way I look)
I'm spending entirely way too much time alone late at night. I have very very rarely stayed out past 1 or 2 am without my husband.
There has never been much need to. By midnight, I'm wishing he was with me or I was at home with him. This is not the case on his part. But, to be honest,
we vary in how we feel about all sorts of things. I call and tell him I can't sleep, and it's like something he can't even fathom. "Just sleep"
Fuck you.
The house is creepy at night, it's quieter w/o you around it, and I didn't get married to sit around by myself at 1 a.m.
And to top it off, I have to be at the gym at 5:30 to meet with this personal trainer I signed up for because my husband is disgusted with the way that I look.
(and for roller derby, but MAINLY b/c my husband hates the way I look)