Ready. Set. Sail!
Sorry I’ve been so quiet. Shit hit the fan a few nights ago. My husband finally let loose all the bottled up pent up emotions he has been hiding for the past 8 months and let me have it. I haven’t even done anything in a month. Well whatever. It’s not like I didn’t deserve it or see it coming. He was a little too calm about the whole ordeal anyways. He wrote his first blog post about it. Haven’t read it. Fuck if I’m going to share it on my site.
Here is the new bpHope post:
Funny I wrote this about a week ago but it’s still relevant. God doesn’t care about me if He/She ever did. I’m on my own.
Wish me and my husband luck on marriage counseling. We start in a couple weeks.
I’ll try not to die before then.