I found your post today (Mother’s Day) aka Absolute Perfection Day aka You Didn’t Do the Dishes When I Wanted You To So You’re a Piece of Shit Day. This day is fucked and I’m pretty sure it’s not all my fault, but it doesn’t matter because I have an inability (disability) to mind read, unfortunately. I admit, I’m handicapped. But seriously, days like this make me hate my life and regret ever getting married.
Mother’s Day has always been emotionally charged, that’s for sure. My husband used to ignore it because “I’m not his mom.” A couple of years of that shit and I had to “advise” him of his mistaken ideas.
I found your post today (Mother’s Day) aka Absolute Perfection Day aka You Didn’t Do the Dishes When I Wanted You To So You’re a Piece of Shit Day. This day is fucked and I’m pretty sure it’s not all my fault, but it doesn’t matter because I have an inability (disability) to mind read, unfortunately. I admit, I’m handicapped. But seriously, days like this make me hate my life and regret ever getting married.
Mother’s Day has always been emotionally charged, that’s for sure. My husband used to ignore it because “I’m not his mom.” A couple of years of that shit and I had to “advise” him of his mistaken ideas.