It’s ok, that I go out tomorrow night, right?
No. I’ve got people coming for corals and shit tomorrow.
What the fuck do you mean you’ve got people coming? When were you planning on telling me you were having people come?
Don’t be so dramatic.
I’m not being dramatic! I have to clean this pigsty we call a room where you keep that fucking fish tank that has sucked more life out of me than both your children combined!!
Where were you going tomorrow night?
To see a band in a bar with my friend.
My newly separated friend. [Insert friend’s name here]
You know you’re 30-something now, not 18. You shouldn’t be going to bars to see bands play.
WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING??
Yes, I’m 31, but what the fuck? How many nights a week does he leave me to go play pool in his league? Does he think I’m going to come home with someone?? Is he afraid to be with my our children for too long? Maybe it’s cause he can’t smoke when he’s got them. Maybe it’s cause he doesn’t like them. Maybe it interferes with his computer game playing. Maybe he’s just an asshole. I don’t know what his problem is, but it needs to stop. I’m not his daughter, he doesn’t need to remind me of my age and that I should be acting it Mr. I smoked pot with some idiots cause I felt like I needed to fit in with those losers.
Friday night it’s supposed to just be us. It’s supposed to be “Family Night”.
We stopped that when you started playing pool and going to your fish club meetings on Friday nights.
I only did that once. So don’t fucking try that shit.
Fine, whatever, I’ll cancel.
And tell her it’s all your fault I have to cancel these plans we’ve had for MONTHS!!
Obviously, my husband and I have communication issues.
I should have gotten a dog instead.
And for the record, if this gets back to him, I will deny it to my grave and then hunt you down and kill you. So don’t anyone tell him…