No, not big f***ing deal. That was sooo 25 years ago.
The Triple Whammy.
Because that's how it usually goes down, right?
How about the DBBFD?
A huge serving of BFD preceded by an appetizer of Dead Baby.
Too much has happened in to short a time.
I don't relate to my husband.
And I don't particularly care.
I feel like I've sacrificed everything for his ego, his dreams
and we have NOTHING to show for it.
And I just can't be blamed for that anymore.
He says I've stopped caring about things.
In some ways, that's good.
All the drama from PA this summer has just rolled off, never really registering to begin with.
But, when it comes to him "not feeling the love" from me, it's not desirable.
He actually used the D word yesterday.
Maybe he finally gets it?