I slept last night. Not great, but better than it’s been lately. When Josh’s fucking rooster alarm clock went off at 4:30 this morning I was awake. I figured I might as well take advantage of this and start getting ready for work. It ended up that I was finishing getting ready when he was. He started in on giving me the 3rd degree – why was I up, why was I getting ready, why was I going to leave so early? I answered as best I could, but nothing seemed to satisfy him. When we finally walked out to the cars I asked him if something was wrong. He said “you’re acting weird, what the fuck?” and then drove off.
When he got to work he sent me the usual text saying that he’d made it. I told him that I love him and that I was awake because I’d actually gotten some sleep. He then tells me that he’d been worried. I pointed out that he could have perhaps asked me if I’d slept instead of barking at me. He got super pissy and thanked me for pointing out what a dick he is. Oh my god… So I had to APOLOGIZE for this whole mess being MY FAULT because I couldn’t tell that he was worried and not being an ASSHOLE.
He’s totally not getting the sarcasm I am laying on this morning. I don’t care. I’m fed up with this shit. My mood is utter shit, the only reason I slept last night was from exhaustion, and I’m about to have to take a fucking Xanax. Yeah, this is my awesome life, don’t you wish you were living it right now?