We are pretty much finished putting everything in storage.  I'm sitting here in an empty apartment wondering what the hell just happened? Are we really starting fresh or was this just a result of selfish ambition, stupidity or because no one knows how to manage their money? I mean, God forgive me for not working right now, I just had a baby! Or maybe it's because I always imagined if we moved out it would make it easier for me to leave him. Anyways, I've just been his little dummy. I can't even take a shit without doing him a favor while I'm on the toilet. And he won't even lift a finger for me if I begged him. I'm over here lifting hundred pound pieces of granite because he asked me to, to say the least. Today I said I wanted to go to a Renaissance Fair and he said yeah you should. I was thinking family event and he was thinking, go on your fucking own! Whatever. I've been driving him around all day with Baby and even now as we write, I take a second for myself and he's asking me to do this and to do that. Is this all that I really am? His fucking robot? I left the first one because I wasted 15 years of my life catering to an abusive shit and now here I'm diving head first into the same shit with someone whose what? Cuter! Ha I don't think so! I'm just really frustrated! I wish I could morph myself into another person, walk straight up to myself, cause God knows I don't have a fucking doorstep, and slap me in the face! Can someone do this for me Pleaseee! 

~Mandybird