Okay where do I begin? This is the hard thing about blogging. You don't really know where to start because no one knows what your talking about. Anyway, T, my boyfriend, golf in a golf league just about EVERY Wednesday evening. This is fine with me except that he usually goes out afterwards with "the guys". Funny though he doesn't get home until after 2am. Usually a little after 3am. The bars close where I live at 2am. The bars close in the neighboring state at 4am. Now the neighboring state is only like 15 mins. away. So anyway, I am quite perturbed this morning because he did NOT come home until about 5:15 this morning. I can't wait to hear his excuse this time. The farthest bar that closes at 4am is only about 30 mins. away. I HIGHLY doubt that he went there. I will just have to wait and see I guess. IF I feel like talking to him.
See before if I was still on my Lexapro I would just let this blow over and it wouldn't be making me as mad as I am right now. So, which is the right way to feel. Be mad? Or just be like whatever? I feel like I am going to lose my mind. My mind makes me wonder why am I here. What am I here for? I have absolutely NOTHING to live for. I wake up go to work, come home, deal with his crap, do laundry, eat, shower, go to bed. I don't enjoy going out to bars anymore to just have a good time, not necessarily to drink. I stress about money all of the time. I just feel as if there really truely is no purpose for me.