Last night you were not where you were supposed to be, not where you said you were, which was at a meeting. And your eyes were dilated, and you lie lie lie!
So out you go. 10 degrees, that's your problem. Until the truck died at 5 a.m. and you snuck back in. Out you go, take it with you.
I have so much to do and you only take, not give. I never thought I would be the one taking care of everything and responsible for supporting my children. A lifetime of looking for miracles to carry us through, I'd like to just have a steady work flow and be able to pay the bills without being on the edge of having them shut off.
why did I think marrying an addict was a good idea?
Saturday, January 9, 2010
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