Monday, March 23, 2009

I'm afraid

that if you start coming home at a decent hour when work isn't so overwhelming for you that we'll start fighting again.  And that I'll spend most of my day trying to get you to calm your temper about stupid ass shit, like why you can't sit on paper towel rolls in the store, or why telling the idiot kid at the register how to give you proper change when you "trip them up" by giving them extra bills after they put in your $10 into the register, or when your Baby's Mama is acting a fool again and not wanting you to pick up your kid until she's been home for an hour even though you have an hour drive to and from to see her.

Really I love you, but I can't be around you for longer than the 2 hours at night and possibly some time in the morning, because you stress me the fuck out!

Please stay at work or out of trouble or whatever.


Your Loving GF.


Anonymous said...

I'm really sorry to phrase it like this, but who the hell sits on paper towels in the store?!?!?

Honey, I think you deserve better.

Anonymous said...

Yeah, I hear you. When they are around too much, it can kill you.