Why is it that men just have that way. You know the one that says, without saying, it is all your fault. Well get this one. Last night I was just cooking dinner, singing, (or trying to), having a lovely time. The kids were doing their things and life was fine. I happened to, at six forty five happen to say "It is a quater to seven, are you going to pick up buddy, mate?". The reply flawed me, "I'm not your mate, I get called mate at work".
Well you do not have to be a rocket scientist to know that I have not spoken to the arse hole since.
What right did he have to say that. Oh sorry, he is studying. He is studying for his open foundation and me, good wifey stays out of the way and still gets shit from him.
I haven't spoken to him and honestly, he can get fucked.
What right does someone have to put shit on you like that? I ask you.
Well he went to mummies today, and still came home the arse hole he has been for 16 years.
I hate men.
I am so bitter, I hate men.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
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