Why is my family so insensitive to all that I do for them? Why is it so difficult for them to acknowledge anything I do? Why do I even bother anymore?
Why does my husband buy crap all the time? After 30 years, there is not going to be any big celebration for our anniversary. Why is it so difficult for him to understand that I don't like living in crap all the time?
Why?
Why does my husband think it is "fun" to drive 6 hours in a truck that doesn't work on a Sunday? Why can't we have any fun on a motorcycle? Why can't we do anything I want to do? Why is it that there is so much shitty fucking trucks in our yard that it looks like a dump?
Why doesn't anything work?
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