Reduce My Meds?

Hell no!  Not until I reduce my marital status.  Hunter has me in tears.  $28 a week allowance.  Do you hear me?  I said ALLOWANCE!!!!!  I am sick of this.  And now he's telling me what I can and can't buy with it?  Asshole.  I was doing so well.

Perhaps the following are contributing factors in my ...whatever you call it.  (my chest is hurting)  He paid all that money for dinner with his kids but won't even pay for my grand kids to eat with us at Dave and Busters.  Fucker.  BTW, I consider all the grands our grand kids but he has made it clear to me that blood determines who is family.  I said, "Hmm.  I am not blood so what does that make me?"  He said, "My wife."  Sooooo, I am not blood and I guess that is why his son (uncaring leach) is on all our accts and will be made co-executor of his will and alot of money is already in his name along with Hunter's.
He is not going to grandson Josh's birthday party with me.  He doesn't  feel well.  Yup.  This is the same man who was at the taxidermy shop this morning offering to help his "lover" Jerome put down visqueen-however you spell it, let's just call it plastic-in some one's crawl space.  ( feel like I could just puke.)
And then there's jury duty.  I was summoned for my birthday week.  I am freaked that I was summoned at all!  I knew I shouldn't have registered to vote.  Our votes don't matter anyway.
Hunter is always complaining about his kids and how he isn't going and isn't paying and he always does whatever they say anyway.  My point being,....either man-up or stop complaining.  At least stop complaining to me!!!!  Asshole.
The dog thing?  Those little labs aren't really recognized as a real breed by most and they have alot of bone problems.  Doesn't matter.  Hunter will get and do whatever he wants.  I will have no say, as always.  (getting a headache)
Did I mention that he is on the phone talking badly about me to his son...unaware that I can hear him? Bastard!

I am nothing.  I am no one.  Waaaah! Waaaah!  Cry like a baby Middlechild. What a pussy.  I am sick of him.  I am sick of me.  I am sick of life.  "Pity party of one.....your table is ready."

What a difference a day makes......