My husband is being an asshole about the car again. It is his favorite thing to act like an ass about. It makes me want to put his dick on the grill. Instead, I stick to my boundaries. I still didn't let him take my car. It took me too long to get to this point, but it's nice. Being very clear about my boundaries in my own mind makes me see through his machinations and manipulations and petty, inane lies much more quickly and clearly. Sometimes, it makes me lose some respect for him.
I'm tired. I'm sorry I can't write more. You go laugh at that dick on the grill, and one day, I'll write a real post.
Please don't stop loving me. I'll work harder. I'll do better.
