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let me just tell you a little about my day yesterday...
i was supposed to go shopping with joey's sister, jen. she got in a minor car accident before we were supposed to go, but everything was fine, so we went anyways. we spent almost an hour driving out to eastview mall, spent 2 hours there, and i didn't find anything i liked.
at that point because i was sick, i was feeling completely drained and just wanted to go home and go to bed. after i dropped jen off, i went and got gas, went home, and got in bed only to have joey's mom call me saying i needed to take jen to the hospital because joey was taking an exam and she couldn't drive herself. after asking jen if she realy needed to go, i got up and drove all the way back to her house in tears simply because i was so tired. then joey got out of his exam and the whole family was calling and yelling at each other and it was ridiculous. so i dropped her off and drove all the way back home and just crashed, only to have to get up for work, which was not what i needed considering i felt so shitty.
well, joey went out with his friends last night and they had all decided to get drunk. he offered to stay home with me, but i had to work anyway so i told him to just go. then he told me he wouldn't be drunk, that he would just have a few drinks. after texting him and asking how late he was going to be, he said he would be home around 12. so i waited up, only to have him get home at one, completely drunk off of his ass. but i let it go.
he went upstairs and got ready for bed, trying to pretend he was fine, which he clearly was not at all. he got in bed and said some random shit to me about his family and rushing though his exam since his phone kept going off and other drunken nonsense. then he said he had to pee and apologized. well, he didn't pee and he fell asleep on the bathroom floor. i went to check on him and he told me he was fine and kept telling me to go back to bed because i was sick, but obviously i was worried about him so i couldn't sleep.
then i just started crying and shaking uncontrollably out of sheer anger and exhaustion, so i went and talked to greg for a while. then i tried to get him back into bed, but it didn't work, at which point i was just infuriated. so i went and cried and talked to greg some more and then just gave up and went to bed.
he came back to bed around 3 or 3.30 with no shirt on and he smelles like bleach. i ignored it and just went back to sleep. he spent the whole night on my side of the bed, but i managed to sleep a little. i got up this morning to go to the bathroom only to find joey's drunken attempt to clean up after himself puking ALL over the bathroom, and i mean all over.
he had gotten it all over the one bath matt on the underside, which he clearly didn't know, and got bleach all over it, so i just ended up throwing it out. it was also all over the floor, the side of the bathtub, the bottom and sides of the toilet, by the door, and a little bit on out other bath matt. so i woke up at 8.30 in the morning, sick, to clean up the entire bathroom, almost puking myself. after cleaning, i couldn't sleep so i got up and put everything in the laundry, only to get mud all over myself on the way to the laundry room. he is still asleep and thinks nothing is wrong.
i just feel completely betrayed, like joey couldn't have been thinking about me or my feelings at all while he was getting so fucking drunk last night. not even a little bit. i feel like everyone is just walking all over me and doesn't even care. if i'm still sick tomorrow for my brithday, i can't say i'll hesitate to blame joey considering i got no sleep last night. and because he and his friends went to a bar last night, he probably spent a bunch of money he didn't have. and if that means he can no longer take me to dinner tomorrow, i am going to be pissed.
happy fucking birthday to me.
i was supposed to go shopping with joey's sister, jen. she got in a minor car accident before we were supposed to go, but everything was fine, so we went anyways. we spent almost an hour driving out to eastview mall, spent 2 hours there, and i didn't find anything i liked.
at that point because i was sick, i was feeling completely drained and just wanted to go home and go to bed. after i dropped jen off, i went and got gas, went home, and got in bed only to have joey's mom call me saying i needed to take jen to the hospital because joey was taking an exam and she couldn't drive herself. after asking jen if she realy needed to go, i got up and drove all the way back to her house in tears simply because i was so tired. then joey got out of his exam and the whole family was calling and yelling at each other and it was ridiculous. so i dropped her off and drove all the way back home and just crashed, only to have to get up for work, which was not what i needed considering i felt so shitty.
well, joey went out with his friends last night and they had all decided to get drunk. he offered to stay home with me, but i had to work anyway so i told him to just go. then he told me he wouldn't be drunk, that he would just have a few drinks. after texting him and asking how late he was going to be, he said he would be home around 12. so i waited up, only to have him get home at one, completely drunk off of his ass. but i let it go.
he went upstairs and got ready for bed, trying to pretend he was fine, which he clearly was not at all. he got in bed and said some random shit to me about his family and rushing though his exam since his phone kept going off and other drunken nonsense. then he said he had to pee and apologized. well, he didn't pee and he fell asleep on the bathroom floor. i went to check on him and he told me he was fine and kept telling me to go back to bed because i was sick, but obviously i was worried about him so i couldn't sleep.
then i just started crying and shaking uncontrollably out of sheer anger and exhaustion, so i went and talked to greg for a while. then i tried to get him back into bed, but it didn't work, at which point i was just infuriated. so i went and cried and talked to greg some more and then just gave up and went to bed.
he came back to bed around 3 or 3.30 with no shirt on and he smelles like bleach. i ignored it and just went back to sleep. he spent the whole night on my side of the bed, but i managed to sleep a little. i got up this morning to go to the bathroom only to find joey's drunken attempt to clean up after himself puking ALL over the bathroom, and i mean all over.
he had gotten it all over the one bath matt on the underside, which he clearly didn't know, and got bleach all over it, so i just ended up throwing it out. it was also all over the floor, the side of the bathtub, the bottom and sides of the toilet, by the door, and a little bit on out other bath matt. so i woke up at 8.30 in the morning, sick, to clean up the entire bathroom, almost puking myself. after cleaning, i couldn't sleep so i got up and put everything in the laundry, only to get mud all over myself on the way to the laundry room. he is still asleep and thinks nothing is wrong.
i just feel completely betrayed, like joey couldn't have been thinking about me or my feelings at all while he was getting so fucking drunk last night. not even a little bit. i feel like everyone is just walking all over me and doesn't even care. if i'm still sick tomorrow for my brithday, i can't say i'll hesitate to blame joey considering i got no sleep last night. and because he and his friends went to a bar last night, he probably spent a bunch of money he didn't have. and if that means he can no longer take me to dinner tomorrow, i am going to be pissed.
happy fucking birthday to me.