August 14, 2006
When I complain about the weekend.
Weekends with Him are almost more than I can bear. I don't know how I ever stayed home with him before.
We can have a great morning, and follow it up with a horrible afternoon. There can't be one whole day of peace.
He is a tyrant, barking orders, demanding things be done immediately. And She? She does exactly as he commands. I cannot. Call it a defiant spirit, or being willful, but He is not my father.
He's not even my husband.
Six months ago I would have followed that up with the word yet but now, no, that is not going to happen. Ever.
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jktty at 2:38 p.m.