Texted him good morning around 11 and then that he would need to pick up Rock Star from cheerleading tomorrow. He finally texted back around 3:30 so I asked him if he was on the road. No, not yet. I texted him around 5 to ask if he was on the road again or if he was just going to stay another day. Haven’t heard back from him.
Then, since I’ve been keeping track of all our expenses I checked the account. Another $228 to Wal-Mart. In Whore Town. Surely he can’t be that stupid, can he? He said before he didn’t know why it would say Whore Town because she had bought stuff in a different city.
I hate this! He won’t be home until at least 11. Probably later. And I don’t give a shit how tired he is tomorrow.
Next fucking time he goes to his home state I’m trailing his ass down there. I don’t care how I have to do it. I’m sick of this. I’m sick of being a basket case. I’m sick of wondering why the hell his phone is tied to his side. I’m sick of wondering if he’s going to leave me or if he no longer loves me. He better not have brought me here only to turn around and leave me.
And it gets better. Jezebel posted pictures of her and Zack, captioned a surprise visit from my brother. Haven’t seen him in almost 2 years. Not only does Harley like the pictures, but her sister says, “I seen him at the family reunion. It had been years! It was great to see him. So glad you all got to get together.” WHAT? What fucking family reunion? I’m hoping it was autocorrect and she meant she say it has been years. It damn well better be. I mean, I know his cousin died. That’s not in dispute. But I guess the funeral really could have taken place on Friday at 1 and then he could have gone to this family reunion.