Ok, so I've gone on before about how my husband left me for an entire winter without giving me any indication of when he might deign to return or if he even would at all.
Now I wish he'd just go there and stay with all his beloved relatives and leave me alone. This time I really, REALLY, want to be alone. I don't want to be 'reporting' to anyone, or having to defend my feelings or moods etc etc. I don't want to eat his meals when I come home from work. I'm never hungry at 5:30 at night - as if one could make one's appetite work like clock-work - ha! ha!
Just give me my DVDs, CDS, Books and whatever else thankyouverymuch.
What did he think he was doing, anyway, marrying into a 'family' like mine?! Makes me think of a poem I once wrote called 'Easy Bake'. I'll most likely include it here soon since I'm such a bug here anyway.
With love from Helene.