don't kill me, i'm just stating the obvious.

I am missing out.

I feel like i'm in the fish tank that's next to this desk. No warmth, no human contact. I don't think i should though. I don't live alone, i'm not single. I guess everyone measures loneliness differently though. I wonder if i'd feel like this if i was single and/or living alone. hm.

i think, you suck. here's why.

i'm not sure if you're the one who brainwashed her, or she popped out that way. either explanation leaves her blindly at your side and on your side. i said it and i meant it, you're a jerk. i finally found a word that isn't vulgar to use on you. you'd probably slap me if i said it to your annoyingly hypocritical face, but i said it to her and i think it might have scared her, the accuracy of the term, being used against you.
i don't feel sorry at all. normally i'm quite happy (or at least content) to leave my mouth shut and not be combative but you're driving me away. i cannot wait to have enough money to break out of this. it sounds whiny and middle class and white girl of me, but we all complain in a slightly different way, based on the privileges we've been given vs. the things we see ourselves as not having. so i'll continue. i think i will keep a running list of your indiscretions as i see them. maybe someday i'll write a book, with a few anecdotes to keep the reader flipping. tonight, they are as follows.
-demanding a medal for finally giving someone a phone call in regards to the party you are only paying for.
-demanding that you be referred to by your proper noun title, rather than your various pronouns of "he", and "him". They are pronouns. i'll make them bold so you can see how often we use them.
-stating i'm being a baby about my finger. this aggravates me to no end. mainly because i'm convinced i'm not being a baby about it. it's the type of bullying you heard on your playground back in the 1950s. you know, back before she was even born?
i'm pretty sure you're glad you had a thin piece of steel drive through your nail. gives you something to call equal to my own. and you're so tough you cleaned it up with soap and water. congratulations. another medal perhaps?
-reflecting the dog. fine and playful just as long as no one pulls on your collar. god forbid u do something with your wife that she wants to do. you owe her not hours or days, but years. decades.
you both need to grow up. stop hating me because i'm being honest.

more to come.