I should’ve never gotten back out of my bed. I got up to eat and them talk to my husband for a little while and that ended with me running out of the kitchen in tears over something stupid.
It was about money. I hate when he jokes about him buying something for me instead of me buying it myself.
I don’t work. How the fuck am I going to buy something myself. He makes me feel bad when he buys something for me or if I ask for money for something. He makes it seem like I’m trying to pull teeth.
I would rather he call me a fat whore or stupid than to tease me about money. I hate it. I really absolutely hate it. I know when we have bad weeks but it still doesn’t give him the right to make me feel like I’m five years old and asking daddy for money.
I will stop smoking and stop asking if I can buy coffee or cokes and stop asking to put gas in my car if he keeps doing it.
I will stay in my room out of sight and drink faucet water or I’ll put my coffee maker back in my room.
It’s not right to make me feel like a child.