You would think that being told that I am floundering right now, that I am very unhappy, that I am exhausted from not sleeping more than an hour at a time, that I am single parenting except for maybe 25 minutes per day, that I am really struggling especially as he has been out 3 nights out of 5 every week since we got back, that Tabby has been crying all evening until 11pm every night since we got back, that Tabby being so ill and cranky has worn me down, that I just want to curl up in a corner and cry, you would think that he would do something about it, wouldn't you.
Instead, he is going out. Again.
Yes, I would think he'd do something to help.
I don't think I'm allowed to say what I really feel since I don't know you (or him), so I'll just say I'm sorry and I hope things are already better. And also that I've been in your shoes, it sucks, and I finally took those shoes off and threw them at my husband, haha! (Aim for his head...)
:)
Posted by: Cara at February 11, 2008 03:53 PM