Lonely

When people ask me how married life is, I'm tempted to say, "Very lonely". Ron's schedule continues to suck ass. He hasn't worked days since February. I come home to an empty house every night. It's getting really REALLY old. I'm a newlywed for chrissakes! I miss my damn husband! Yes, we have the weekends but...that's not enough. I want to be able to come home and eat dinner with my husband.

To make matters worse, he has been chosen to finish up a project, along with one other guy, for the next 15 days or so. Starting this Saturday, yes, THIS SATURDAY, the Saturday of our big annual family Christmas party, the first one since we've gotten married, he must start working 12 to 16 hour days so that they can finish up this school before the stupid kids come back from the holidays. So, not only can't he come to the party, he's gonna be working working working working for days on end. Isn't it GREAT being low man on the totem pole, honey? Is it MY fault you're starting your third new career? And this fabulous schedule is gonna put him in a WONDERFUL mood, too! I can't WAIT. If I think he's always tired now, just WAIT 'til he has to get up at five! He's gonna have NO time to help me finish shopping, NO time to help around the house and NO TIME for me. Yay! But he'll make lots of money! Lots of money not to go toward savings, no...no no...it's gonna go toward his school loan debt! Woopie! I know that's a good thing, though. He's been doing very well as far as paying off his debts. That's really not his fault. Really...

Yea, I'm being a total, horrible brat right now. It's THE long overdue rant. Typical. And being a tad bit...sarcastic? Maybe? I'm just getting SOOOooo fucking tired of this. I hate talking on the phone and that's all we do. I can't stay awake until he gets home. He's an asshole in the morning, if he's awake, and so am I. Well, I turn into an asshole when he starts picking on shit I do, stupid shit, like not closing the shower door all the way so the cat can't get in. I don't know how many times I have to tell him not to FUCK WITH ME IN THE MORNING. So fucking WHAT if the indoor cat wants to hang out in the fucking bathtub?! If you accidentally turn the water on his ass, he'll learn a lesson, won't he? WHY does that matter?? Better not be too noisy or I'll wake sleeping beauty, who doesn't have to get up for another fucking four hours. And if ANYTHING goes missing, I'd better have my story straight. You know, 'cause it's MY fault. I'm the fogetful dorkus who always loses shit and can't do anything right the first time.

No, I'm not bitter at all! Why do you ask? Alright, I'd better be good. Baby Jesus is coming. Bye bye.