Apparently they asked us to stay for tea and have some fun. Well, at least that's what happens in my favorite song.
So I apologize for my last few entries. Friday started out crappy and reached a pinnacle of crappiness around 2 pm, then got slowly better. I had gone looking for pix I had saved in a weird folder and came across a whole bunch of pictures of Ed in his old bedroom having sex with some girl (who was of course not pregnant, and shaved, and skinny, totallya dding insult to injury) dated March 5th of this year. Well, I flipped shit, as you can imagine. Even though his computer was here in February, I thought they were from when he went home for his birthday or something in the beginning of March. So I waited til he got home and went for it, not really knowing if I wanted to know the answer. And, long story short, they were from before he even met me and the girl had sent them to him for his birthday and he had opened the email, forgetting that Yahoo messenger saves attachments, and just forgot about them. We came home from our walk (we go on walks when I am angry with him, I don't like to bring bad karma into the apartment) and he deleted them all right in front of me. Bye-bye pictures that ruined my Friday afternoon.
You all probably think he's such a scumbag, all the stories I share and stuff. I wish I didn't get all psycho and post awful things when I know that he isn't really ever going to hurt me. He really loves me, really, and it's so refreshing and new and comforting, knowing that. He's really good to me... I just don't like the way he is on the computer. But he did promise to go clean out his files and get rid of stuff he wouldn't want me finding. The frivolous stuff, I mean, not the Emma stuff.
Speaking of frivolous, we bought the baby a bathing suit today. What is a 2-month-old-come-August going to do with a bathing suit? I'm not sure, but she's going to look damn cute wearing it.
I feel crappy. But good crappy, like "maybe the baby's gonna come" crappy. If that makes sense. Any day now folks. Who wants to wager a guess on the day?
So I apologize for my last few entries. Friday started out crappy and reached a pinnacle of crappiness around 2 pm, then got slowly better. I had gone looking for pix I had saved in a weird folder and came across a whole bunch of pictures of Ed in his old bedroom having sex with some girl (who was of course not pregnant, and shaved, and skinny, totallya dding insult to injury) dated March 5th of this year. Well, I flipped shit, as you can imagine. Even though his computer was here in February, I thought they were from when he went home for his birthday or something in the beginning of March. So I waited til he got home and went for it, not really knowing if I wanted to know the answer. And, long story short, they were from before he even met me and the girl had sent them to him for his birthday and he had opened the email, forgetting that Yahoo messenger saves attachments, and just forgot about them. We came home from our walk (we go on walks when I am angry with him, I don't like to bring bad karma into the apartment) and he deleted them all right in front of me. Bye-bye pictures that ruined my Friday afternoon.
You all probably think he's such a scumbag, all the stories I share and stuff. I wish I didn't get all psycho and post awful things when I know that he isn't really ever going to hurt me. He really loves me, really, and it's so refreshing and new and comforting, knowing that. He's really good to me... I just don't like the way he is on the computer. But he did promise to go clean out his files and get rid of stuff he wouldn't want me finding. The frivolous stuff, I mean, not the Emma stuff.
Speaking of frivolous, we bought the baby a bathing suit today. What is a 2-month-old-come-August going to do with a bathing suit? I'm not sure, but she's going to look damn cute wearing it.
I feel crappy. But good crappy, like "maybe the baby's gonna come" crappy. If that makes sense. Any day now folks. Who wants to wager a guess on the day?
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hmm, that's a really good idea about going on walks when you're angry as opposed to fighting in your apartment. i'll have to try that with the next guy i live with...
scumbag? no. a guy? yes. don't worry. i have the tendency to get psycho over the same things you do. then again at least you have the pregnancy excuse
awwww. that will be the cutest thing. a little baby in a little bathing suit!! you must post pictures when that happens!
and don't worry, that kind of thing happens in relationships. it strengthens them. the important thing is you guys are still going strong