Let me tell you about my week and fucking yet again, all this happened right around my fucking birthday.
The beginning of the week, my birthday week, kicked off like this.
I got a phone call from my wife's (very controlling) sister asking me to tell my wife that their brother who has been long suffering from a bad bike crash number of years ago had taken a stroke, the poor bugger took two days to contact his mum (who is an uncaring old bitch most of the time) to tell her his lip had dropped and he had not much feeling on his left side.
We were right in the middle of negotiations to buy a new car and then that happened, oh sure the car negotiations took a back seat and we ended up doing a good deal, my wife's poor brother began his rehab and thankfully he is making progress.
My birthday came and went, we were so worn out we had pizza for dinner.
The next day, the 4th anniversary of my nieces death by the way, we took off to the city to pick up my wife's new car, It was a warm to hot day so my hemmoroid popped and i almost ruined the seat of my wife's car she was ready to trade in, all ok it cleaned up but i was in pain for the rest of the day.
Then we are driving home and NARROWLY miss being side swiped by a fucking b-double Kenworth, my wife's new car took a large stone to the windscreen, it looks like its been shot at.
Then Saturday, I am right in the middle of a very dead work front so i am running an ad in our local paper for the next 6 weeks. Saturday the fucking ad is missing and im not happy.
Last night my brother and his new girl and their kids and my mum came for dinner, my wife is big into having dinner dead on 6. i made the time for 6 so my wife and i disagreed over it.
Then bang this morning it all detonated.
My wife voiced her opinion about last nights dinner time and I reacted thinking it had all been sorted the night before, but no, then my wife gets a text from her cunt of a sister asking if my wife "had the shits" with her. For what reason my wife never knows when she gets these weird texts from her sister. But the reason soon became clear, out daughter had spent a few days with the sister and our daughter suspects its down to some discussion that may or may not have taken place about my wife and i. I wasn't happy about this and voiced my opinion, ie not pleased.
Then bang!. My wife, who rarely ever cries and I were there both this morning yelling at each other both in tears.
I want to fucking die.
Our life is just a fight every day, me in my chair needing the help i need and the seemingly uncaring fucking assholes who seem to gravitate our way to try their level best to fuck us over at every step.
My family is pretty good, we have our bad points but at least we are not manipulators and controllers like my wife's family are.
Dear Jesus, cut us some slack for fuck's sake!!
The beginning of the week, my birthday week, kicked off like this.
I got a phone call from my wife's (very controlling) sister asking me to tell my wife that their brother who has been long suffering from a bad bike crash number of years ago had taken a stroke, the poor bugger took two days to contact his mum (who is an uncaring old bitch most of the time) to tell her his lip had dropped and he had not much feeling on his left side.
We were right in the middle of negotiations to buy a new car and then that happened, oh sure the car negotiations took a back seat and we ended up doing a good deal, my wife's poor brother began his rehab and thankfully he is making progress.
My birthday came and went, we were so worn out we had pizza for dinner.
The next day, the 4th anniversary of my nieces death by the way, we took off to the city to pick up my wife's new car, It was a warm to hot day so my hemmoroid popped and i almost ruined the seat of my wife's car she was ready to trade in, all ok it cleaned up but i was in pain for the rest of the day.
Then we are driving home and NARROWLY miss being side swiped by a fucking b-double Kenworth, my wife's new car took a large stone to the windscreen, it looks like its been shot at.
Then Saturday, I am right in the middle of a very dead work front so i am running an ad in our local paper for the next 6 weeks. Saturday the fucking ad is missing and im not happy.
Last night my brother and his new girl and their kids and my mum came for dinner, my wife is big into having dinner dead on 6. i made the time for 6 so my wife and i disagreed over it.
Then bang this morning it all detonated.
My wife voiced her opinion about last nights dinner time and I reacted thinking it had all been sorted the night before, but no, then my wife gets a text from her cunt of a sister asking if my wife "had the shits" with her. For what reason my wife never knows when she gets these weird texts from her sister. But the reason soon became clear, out daughter had spent a few days with the sister and our daughter suspects its down to some discussion that may or may not have taken place about my wife and i. I wasn't happy about this and voiced my opinion, ie not pleased.
Then bang!. My wife, who rarely ever cries and I were there both this morning yelling at each other both in tears.
I want to fucking die.
Our life is just a fight every day, me in my chair needing the help i need and the seemingly uncaring fucking assholes who seem to gravitate our way to try their level best to fuck us over at every step.
My family is pretty good, we have our bad points but at least we are not manipulators and controllers like my wife's family are.
Dear Jesus, cut us some slack for fuck's sake!!
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