*sigh*
alright. so yet another post about leaving. well it's happening kids. monday. i'm so tired of this bullshit with him i can't even stand it... i have been trying to find a job that is going to be able to support me, give me the hours i want and be close enough to laura's so the bus ride won't be 4 hours long. so far, nothing. so i'm sucking it up and going to social services monday morning. while i'm there, i'm also going to talk to legal aid because jesus christ there's going to be one hell of a fight over the child. we got into another fight today. he is supposed to have brady every second weekend. yes i realize i don't have a life so i can't really go out anywhere but for fuck's sake. when it's his weekend he should at least pay attention to the kid! am i wrong? no i'm not. he is trying so hard to keep me dependent on him and then he holds it over my head. if i want the car to go grocery shopping or get him something from the store, it's all good. if i want the car to go out somewhere that doesn't benefit him in some way, it's a big fat no. he doesn't even leave the car here when he goes on his trips. i assume i'm supposed to hitch a ride to the emergency room should something ever happen. and even then who knows if we'll get treated because the fat fucker hasn't even paid alberta health care in MONTHS. he still wants me to clean the house and take care of his son. then it's a huge blowout if it's not done. HELLO YOU WORTHLESS TWAT it's MY FUCKING HOUSE. i'll clean it when i feel like it and i don't have to fucking answer to ANYONE let alone your fat ass. he still treats me like i'm some live in whore. offering me money to give him a handjob on a regular basis. he makes my skin crawl and i can't do this anymore. the worst thing about it is i should have left the house the day i said we were done, but when we're not fighting i lose the initiative to go through with it. it's on days like this that make me want to leave. i can only hope i fight with him on sunday and then i'll really fucking do it. i don't think laura will let me get away with not doing it anymore. she hates him sooooooo fucking much. and for good reason. when he first moved out here, he lived with her and her ex husband, so she knows all about him and his fucking filthy way of living his life. i've had it, i'm done. now that i've said this, the potential of me losing the internet is pretty high. i'll get it back eventually, seeing as how the computer is mine and all i need to do is get set up in my own place so i can reinstate it, but who knows how long that will take. not that it matters or anything because i'm pretty sure nobody even reads this anymore so bleh. the point is i'm going to make things better for me. and for brady. jason can take his bullshit and fling it, along with himself, off the nearest cliff.
have another drink and drive yourself home
hope there's ice on all the roads
and you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt
and again when your head goes through the windshield.
so i guess this is an informal goodbye for now. i don't know when i'll be able to get out of here, it all depends on what social services says on monday. if nothing else, i just wanted to get it all out. just another chronicle of my loser life. see you nerds soon.
have another drink and drive yourself home
hope there's ice on all the roads
and you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt
and again when your head goes through the windshield.
so i guess this is an informal goodbye for now. i don't know when i'll be able to get out of here, it all depends on what social services says on monday. if nothing else, i just wanted to get it all out. just another chronicle of my loser life. see you nerds soon.