This is blog to record how much , and in how many different ways, I hate my husband. For family reasons I do not want get separated from him, though I have ample grounds for doing so. And for the same sorts of reasons, noone really knows for a fact that I hate him, although of course there is enough specualtion, family life being what it is. It is important for me that The Family never know. This is why this blog is very private. Only you can read it, and you don't know me or him.
Right now, he asked me to make a pot of tea. He sees that I am typing. Yet he still asks me for tea. He resents me whenever I am sitting down, doing something which does not involve him or the kids. I told him to put the kettle on, and he said his hands smelled of fish. This was reference to the fact that he got the kids' supper, not me, as I was glued to the monitor (reading the Guardian, actually). Because of the probation though, he does not make a fuss about it. Does not dare to. Before the probation, not-making-tea-and-remaining-glued-to-the-monitor would have resulted in sulks, fights, and eventually verbal and physical abuse. However, I want to the wheel of our lives roll smoothly, so in a little while, I shall get up and indeed put the kettle on and pour him a cup of tea.
Before that, let me just emphasize again how much I hate him.
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