Guys, its happening….
heard about this the other day… pretty freaking cool. it’s okay though because the CDC legitimately has a response plan for a zombie apocalypse.
so sean puts all this acid in his pocket, and he’s running through the track field, and the sprinklers are on. so the water soaks through his pants and melts the acid which went through his pants onto the skin on his leg. so you know, over a hundred hits of acid dissolved into sean’s leg. chemicals, man. they’ll fuck you up.
i fear that my husband is done with me. i am absolutely terrified — mortified — that he doesn’t love me any more. part of me thinks he just wants me to leave.
i didn’t do anything wrong… i did what i said i was going to. he was finishing a tattoo and asked if i wanted to go pick up the dogs and come back and get him so we could go to the beach. i hesitated for a moment, then said “i guess, but i have to put air in the tire, go home and change, get the dogs and then come back.” the way i said it i was under the impression that he understood that it was not going to be quick. so i left, stopped at speedway to buy an iced coffee, then went to swifty to put air in the tire because it’s the only place in town where air is free. then drove through town during 6 o’clock traffic to get home, where i then had to dig through boxes and baskets of clothes in the mess of my bedroom to attempt to find my bathing suit. i found the top half of the one i wanted but not the bottom so then i had to dig to find my other suit. i found it and realized my boobs pop out of the top on that one so i tried to find the bottoms of my blue suit again, with no luck, so i said fuck it and wore the bottoms from my pink suit and the top of my blue suit. at this point i had to go shave my fucking legs, arms, etc. because it’s been a while and i’m not going to the goddamn beach looking like a gorilla. then i had to chase the dogs around and coax them into their harnesses and load them up in the car and blah blah blah. i was able to turn my (very dead) phone on for like three minutes to get six messages from him and 4 missed calls, so i text him back and try to call and my phone dies for good…
he won’t even talk to me. i didn’t even do anything wrong, my phone was dead and he couldn’t get ahold of me, and he won’t listen to a word i say. apparently i’m supposed to “suck a dick and choke on it;” i’ve been made to feel like complete shit and i spent an hour bawling my eyes out. i told him it was gonna take a while to do what i had to do and i wouldn’t be back to get him right away… yet he gets mad at me… i can’t be around him when i’m crying, especially when he’s angry, because it just makes him more upset because he doesn’t know how to handle me when i’m crying and it frustrates him… so i tell him i’m going for a walk and he’s like “good!” and more or less tells me to get the fuck out, at which point instead of leaving i hide behind the car because i’m crying too hard to go anywhere. then he comes out and gets in the car so i jumped out from behind it (i don’t think he saw me and i would rather not be ran over) and hobbled back inside my house and literally collapsed on the floor as soon as i was through the doorway. i crawled up on the couch and he came back inside and i tried to stop crying because i was afraid he’d flip the fuck out on me but i couldn’t stop shaking so i went out on the deck and laid down outside and continued to cry like a baby for a good 20 minutes longer. we were supposed to go to the beach and he asked me to go get the puppies. I TOLD HIM IT’D BE A WHILE. my fucking phone was dead. he’s mad at me for taking too long and not getting to spend our anniversary together but then he’s the one who isolated himself from me? idk i’m not making sense. i can’t even think straight.
i can’t remember the last time we were intimate.
we argue all the time.
i love him more than anything and i want to spend the rest of my life with him but i’m beginning to wonder if he still feels the same way.
i just want my chris.
i want my chris.
