Every little thing...every little piece...every freaking time!! I can handle stress pretty well...at least that's how it looks from the outside. Inside...however...I'm a complete mess. I have a job that I seem to spend way to much time at, then I come home and then it's time to settle down and do more work. My job seems like its 24/7. Eventually its going to slow down right???
It's not much of a life right now, but I'm managing, and I do it with a smile.
Today, I came home and I was just extremely worn out and so I threw my shit in the computer room, put my happy ass on the couch and turned on the tv and I surfed the tv guide :-P He comes home and he looks at me, doesn't say anything, goes to the kitchen, goes to the bedroom and lays down to watch tv in there. I get up. I go into the bedroom and I ask him how he was. He says fine and then says whats for dinner? When I told him I didn't really think to much of it today and that I was feeling worn out, he got really quite and was real short with me when I asked what was wrong. After trying to talk to him, I decided I had had it. Why do I have to play the happy housewife all the time. We're not even married!!! Sorry buddy...wifey needs a breaky. How immature? I feel so unappreciated all the time.. I want to run away! Let's see how he acts then! BAH! STRESS!! Grrrr....
