last night, i was looking at jezebel.com. The article i was reading was graced with pictures of a tabloid cover showing celebrities' "cellulite-y asses" and less-than-perfect bodies. Our son asked for something and i got up to get it. My husband leapt on the the computer, and he started screaming... ohh...aggghhh.. what is this youre looking at... close these sites when you get up from the computer... these pictures are sickening... i don't want MY children seeing these pictures."
it was after all Christmas day. i made an effort to answer calmly... I was just reading the article...i said, there's nothing wrong with it
Stop talking about it! these pictures...
My voice was rising hysterically "I'll look at any pictures I want!- get out of my house!" I went in to the bathroom, and locked the door. i wanted to pee, but I was so angry the pee wouldn't come. My daughter was waiting outside the bathroom door with a white face. "Momy, I want to got to bed now."
End of Christmas day.
I hate him. Oh God how I hate him. If I could poison him I would. I have prayed for his death so many times. No fucking use. He's still in my life, large as life and twice as natural. I hate him I hate him i hate him ihatehim ihatehimihatehim
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