I went to bed bc I couldn't stand your constant fucking with everything via your new phone -you started turning the channel and turning the tv off and on - and you actually followed me upstairs and fucked with things up here and you left the fucking dog outside barking until I finally GOT OUT OF BED AND WENT DOWNSTAIRS MYSELF TO LET THE DOG IN while you sat in bed and fucked with your stuff.  Now you are trying to pick a fight with me. Guess what? I DON'T CARE ABOUT WHAT YOUR FUCKING PHONE CAN DO.  I CAME UPSTAIRS TO BE WAY FROM YOU AND YOU FUCKING FOLLOWED ME AND WHAT I REALLY WANT IS FOR YOU TO GO THE FUCK AWAY AND LEAVE ME ALONE.

It's been a long time

I haven't posted here in a very long time.  I actually forgot I had this blog, but the funny thing is when I went back and read the posts from several YEARS ago I feel the exact same way and you behave the same way - disrespectful, mean.  In nearly two years nothing has changed.  Two YEARS of unhappiness.  Actually a lot more than that since I was unhappy long before I ever blogged about it.

Miserable.