- my dog who wants to be carried, picked up, and scratched.
- my shitty husband who lingers behind my laptop to do some things I know may be postponed for tomorrow.
- and the thought that I've wasted at least 3 or 4 blogs in the past -- whose contents are of equal importance as the ones written in this present one, and which I decided to delete in the past because I thought my situation at home will improve.
No. 1 irritant is already taken care of. Spoiled rotten dog is on the table, close to my laptop.
No. 2 won't be taken care of unless I get a machete and run amuck here.
No. 3 will never be brought back or changed. Ever. And I've had so may interesting stories there. Too bad I just decided to open up another one recently. Too many wasted thoughts thrown away... Too many recorded feelings wasted.
I am sleepy and my head is spinning. I've just had the flu and the water tastes so bitter. Wish I could drink like my girl friends. This entry is a random thing. I was just thinking -- how the hell did I end up with a fluke husband!
I finished my BA with honors. Took my MA and got a decent job in education. Now am working on another degree and hope to shift gears later on in the working world. When I get so fucked up in this house, I do my sign language stuff and shitty husband doesn't know what the hell am I saying!
When I go out with my girl friends, they often think how fortunate I am for having a husband.
One friend is divorced. She has a regular fuck buddy, though. Well, that is how she wants to call him. A nameless, fuck buddy. At least, she has an unboring, colorful, and exciting
Another one strongly feels that her husband should at least be at par with her in terms of achievement/s and I guess, wallet size. One of us asked about her husband -- does he need her because he loves her, or does he love her because he needs her??? Fierce.
And the last, she thought she was a wife. But turns out there were two or three of them. So end of story, annulment case is done and finished.
And there is poor me... Poor me in disguise. The flip side of all current affairs are all under cover. No one can know. Husband has businesses... He has his super shitty group of friends I call my enemies.
Oh God, I feel so lonely...
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