October 20, 2008 § 6 Comments
So it really feels like my world is crumbling. Everything that could go wrong since the party has gone wrong.
I had to resign my position at the Firehouse in order to save my marriage. Now I have no outlet whatsoever. It is going to be all day, all night, every day and every night with me and the kids. I am going to lose my mind, if I haven’t already.
We are trying to maintain some semblance of civil behavior here, for the sake of the kids.
So the count:
Number of screaming matches – more than I can count
Number of times I called the hubby’s cell phone – 60
Number of times I was hung up on – 60
Number of times I was called a slut or a whore – 160
Number of times I was ready to pack up the kids and leave – 12
Number of times I did – 0
Number of times police showed up – 1
Number of friends being dragged away in handcuffs – 1
Number of black eyes – 1 (hubby)
Number of police statements written – 3
It was not a good weekend around here.