ixnay on the iolencevay
I'm mad. Simmering, beneath the surface mad. Like I wanna rip his head off and stuff it up his... okay ixnay the iolencevay. I'm simmering. I made a 100 dollar payment to his student loans today --- fifty on each. Of course, that's what I'm mad about. I sure hope I get over this at some point. Snot good to keep such anger inside. I wanna write him a nasty angry email that tells him off, reads him the riot act, lets him know how I really feel. But I won't. It would be nice to have solid reasons why I won't. Instead, there are just vague thoughts of staying on half way decent terms for the sake of kids, peace, etc. grrr.