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My anniversary is in two days.
12 weeks down, 16 or more to go.
I prefer to think of it as three months because it's a smaller number, but I'd be lying if I said it were fine. To spend Christmas, new years, our anniversary, his birthday, valentines day, easter, Quinns first laugh, her first roll over and all of her precious moments (I'm sure there are things I've left out) in a wasteland for a president that hasnt done shit for anyone but the insurance companies and anyone else willing to make his pockets fat...
and I get these bullshit wife duty e-mail from the key wives (the wives of the higher ranking marines) I know they mean well but I regret giving them my e-mail and I dont want their two fucking cents about how strong I am for what the fuck ever and things that will ease my suffering like walking a marathon in LA or making "play dates" with other moms.
Like, OMFG "LETS GO BAKE SOME FUCKING COOKIES AFTER CHURCH."
-Practically a direct quote
I've been counting the number of days I've stayed sober and I made it to 45. I'm sure thats a chip somewhere. Now I know its not worth it and I hope it doesnt happen again.
Wow, drama queen much?
Okay, I'm cracking my neck and knuckles, taking a deep breath and going up to my empty bed where I will lay for the next 30 minutes thinking about about my handsome husband and how perfect everything will be until marital bickering sets in.
12 weeks down, 16 or more to go.
I prefer to think of it as three months because it's a smaller number, but I'd be lying if I said it were fine. To spend Christmas, new years, our anniversary, his birthday, valentines day, easter, Quinns first laugh, her first roll over and all of her precious moments (I'm sure there are things I've left out) in a wasteland for a president that hasnt done shit for anyone but the insurance companies and anyone else willing to make his pockets fat...
and I get these bullshit wife duty e-mail from the key wives (the wives of the higher ranking marines) I know they mean well but I regret giving them my e-mail and I dont want their two fucking cents about how strong I am for what the fuck ever and things that will ease my suffering like walking a marathon in LA or making "play dates" with other moms.
Like, OMFG "LETS GO BAKE SOME FUCKING COOKIES AFTER CHURCH."
-Practically a direct quote
I've been counting the number of days I've stayed sober and I made it to 45. I'm sure thats a chip somewhere. Now I know its not worth it and I hope it doesnt happen again.
Wow, drama queen much?
Okay, I'm cracking my neck and knuckles, taking a deep breath and going up to my empty bed where I will lay for the next 30 minutes thinking about about my handsome husband and how perfect everything will be until marital bickering sets in.