Always I tell myself that I will write every time something bad happens, but believe me, whenever something happens, my trusty laptop is far from being with me. I end up reminding myself that I will come up with a post after Fucktard does something to annoy me, or whenever any of his equally shitty siblings invade or trample on my stubby toes.
Several months ago, I was compelled to join Fucktard's family Viber group. Since as I have mentioned in this blog not too long ago that his mother and sisters are all matriarchal -- I didn't have any choice but to put up. Believe me, it is very difficult for me to be able to speak up to this horrible family, as I have nowhere to go but stay in this house. My family, who migrated long ago to the States, did not leave any property for me to "run or go home to" whenever marital problems arise, or when I just feel like I want out. So when I married this Son of a Bitch husband, I am stuck with him -- in this old house given by his rich parents, and endure my life living next door to them.
I have endured days when one sister in law would casually drop by unannounced, and check what was inside my refrigerator, or barge in our room to just "visit." Fuck that bitch. I want to kill them all and erase them from this planet.
Oh dear God, please help me escape this tiring life. All I want is to be with my children, run away to be with my mom and sister in the States.
Once again, this Son of a Bitch slept on me while I was crying my heart out. Who among you has a husband like mine? Who gets to have the title of "All men are idiots and I married their King?"
More about what happened tonight in my next entry. It's 4:18am and I need to rest my tired eyes now.
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