Every damn day. Your like talking to a wall. Your a giant ball of misery. (I laughed when I heard that one) We're not married were roommates. All I hear about your day is complaining. Yet when I do tell her of my day and try and be descriptive I get waved at and told it too much info(I'm a thief(mechanic)) so I just end it with I fixed cars and were both happier the conversation is over.
I swear she's gone and researched cptsd cause she uses just the right words, order and descriptors to be reading it out of a book. I'd swear she's waiting for just the right time to say "your f*cked, I'm out. I'm taking the kids cause your a mess"
Am I peranoid? Or just f*cked? Or really really f*cked......
I swear she's gone and researched cptsd cause she uses just the right words, order and descriptors to be reading it out of a book. I'd swear she's waiting for just the right time to say "your f*cked, I'm out. I'm taking the kids cause your a mess"
Am I peranoid? Or just f*cked? Or really really f*cked......