Really??

This blog post was supposed to be how I just got married and returned from the honeymoon. Oh happy day, etc, etc, but I feel as if I have gotten so much crap today I may as well go ahead and say what's on my mind.

I am tired of living at home. I wish I had enough money to move out. But I don't. I have to wait for the waiting list at low income housing to go down, so I can apply. Unfortunately I do not know how long that will take. It maybe be quite a while from now and until then I am stuck in this house. I do not feel that this house is a home at all. I do not feel like I can trust anyone. I feel suffocated in here. I feel as if I cannot breathe without having to ask anyone. I am always be lectured about something I did or didn't do and to tell you the truth I am quite sick of it. I am quite sick of hearing that I never help out, when I do or that I have an attitude or whatever. The only person is this house I can count on to not treat me like a little girl is my husband and my poor husband is too shy and passive to speak on our behalf. So we get these lectures at least once a month if not more. And then to top it off we get people in out faces about how we need to act, who we need to be, etc. Nobody even knocks our or damn door!

Uggh and the one person who I thought was on my side, just hurt my feelings about how we better give her a good b-day present b/c every year all we do is take her out to dinner and here I thought she had a good time going out with us. It was just plain rude to burst in here and tell me all the previous birthday gifts sucked. And she thinks that it wasn't out of line. Well you want to know out of line. Out of line was when all I asked for Christmas was a guitar and I got everything, but a guitar. All I wrote on the dam list was a guitar. But I have not mentioned that to you. Nope, kept my mouth shut, b/c it's not appropriate to bring up the past.

Thank you for making this day suck even more. I cannot wait until Corie comes home. I need Corie. I need my husband. Two hours of work left and he's home.