I have to get this out or I’ll scream.
Fucking A. The only think that comes between me and him is WORK.
WORK never allows us a real holiday, not even one like st patty’s because he got stuck on a job and won’t be home till almost 9pm. Wouldn’t be a big deal if he didn’t have to wake up tomorrow at 6am to be BACK at WORK.
Wouldn’t be a big deal IF this didn’t happen on EVERY major holiday.
4th of July? Gotta WORK.
Thanksgiving? Gotta WORK.
Halloween? Gotta WORK.
New Year’s Eve? Gotta WORK.
For the last FOUR years, at different jobs, in different STATES!–some that I’ve worked at too!
Then he gets pissy at ME for not wanting to talk about it when he brings it up! Why? So I can get pissed about the SAME FUCKING THING THAT I CAN’T DO ANYTHING ABOUT?
Every summer, too. Every summer it’s early mornings and late nights, and promises of a better summer and a real vacation “next year”.
Why do I even hold my fucking breath?
And if I were reading this on here–even though the circumstances aren’t in as fine of a detail as they could be–I would wonder if this mofo was fooling around.
And thinking that just makes it worse.