At least, that's what I was told a couple of nights ago.
My whole life I have been sugary sweet to everyone I know. If I hate you, you will never know. I will be so kind to you that you will probably think I am your best friend. Even if you do something deliberately to piss me off, you will think I never even noticed. I try to keep my mouth shut. I try to avoid drama. I am a peace keeper.
Obviously, I am also a bitch.
I nag too much. When I ask for something to be done I expect it done too quickly, and I should wait until the person I ask is ready to do it. I am also just a bit annoying at times, which is fine, but a bitch? I think not.
No, the term 'bitch' was never used, because I don't accept being called names like that (and anyone living through it - especially a man), but it was implied.
If you can't already tell, The Man and I had a little spat. I'm not ashamed of this, and I don't care to tell you about it, because everyone has problems. Any relationship has its ups and downs, and if you say yours is perfect I will be the first to call you a liar. We live. We learn.
He left that night. 2 nights ago. He is back tonight. We've argued our sided, or talked them over I should say, and agreed that we would both work to do better. What else can you do?
The fact that he is a wonderful father kind of makes up for the fact that he doesn't do exactly what I tell him to do right when I tell him to do it. He loves his son more than I have seen anyone love a child. He would totally be fine being Mr. Mom without me, but I'll probably hang around for awhile.
He is just so slow about doing ANYTHING. Anything. If you see a headline that reads "Young Kentucky Mother Shoots Child's Father with 50 Cal. Desert Eagle," then it's probably me. Then under the headline it will read, "He died 7 days later." He is that slow.
So, yeah, I'm here in Kentucky, guys. Trying my best not to be a bitch, and typing my little fingers off so I don't have to get up and clean the house.
