So, we live in a small place. 30 feet worth of camper-trailer. Aside from all the 'white trash' jokes that piss me off, the worst thing about living this way is being in too small of a spot. Especially when hubby is just as moody as you are. It hasn't been a good day all around.
I don't have a lot to say, really, except that I'm in a really bad mood. Hubby has been pushing my buttons today and I've been pushing his, so literally all day we've been bickering. At one point he even mentioned him leaving if he was so bad. Why do people do this?
It always makes me almost have a meltdown complete with tears and fears that I'll wake up and he'll be gone. I've gotten to the point that I've offered to leave so that he'll stay. Stupid reasoning, I know, but that's where I'm at.
As mentioned before; being bipolar sucks. I hate going from happy to sad to bitchy. What hubs doesn't understand is it's just as hard on me as it is on him. I don't think he realizes that I feel like my world is turning upside down and I don't know who I am, where I'm going, or why I'm crying half the time.
I hate it.
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