Happy Fuckin Birthday to me!

Yes, that's right, Happy Fuckin Birthday to me! The asshole I'm married to managed to ruin my fuckin birthday. He pissed me off completely! He was all talk, talking about how he is going to take me out and all this shit for my bday and what does he do? Jackshit, He fuckin argues with me and all this other shit tonight. I'm freakin crying! What the hell is wrong with him?

I've been at my moms for the last couple of days, he and I have been getting a long better when we're apart. I can't take it anymore. I really can't. Now I'm job-hunting and hoping to find something very soon. On a brighter note, someone called me to say Happy Birthday today who I didn't expect at all.

Another fight yesturday

We had another fight yesturday. Of course it was about stupid shit again. I hadn't eaten all morning because I was cleaning and getting laundry together in bags to be washed and of course asshole is no help at all. We spent all day fighting, I didn't talk to him for the rest of the night.

I asked him to lift one of the laundry bags and he told me I should work out more. At one point I smacked him, I just couldn't take it anymore. The part that bugged me the most was that he doesn't even work out, so for him to say that it just pissed me off.

So we get to the Pizza place and he's like, Let's go put the clothes in the dryer and then come back here and eat. I'm like, I don't have the energy to do that. I haven't eaten yet and it's 2:30pm. He doesn't care, he keeps insisting that I walk to the laundrymat (several blocks away) and then walk back. SO I got up and stormed out of the pizzeria. I'm so sick and tired of his bullshit.

On a brighter note, I found several places I can call for employment tomorrow.