in a day we have said maybe 12 words to each other ... it just fucking sucks ... we have the house to ourselves and we aren't even enjoying it ... i hate hate hate living like this ... i just want to curl up with him on the couch ... but i am still so mad ...


i mean how is it supposed to work ... why does he get to choose what things he will and will not do ... but i don't get the choice ... i mean is that right?