Friday, October 2, 2009

It must be Friday, because I'm angry again

So...what happens when you come home early because you're sick...and you find your husband has been...smoking in your house. Oh...get a grip, right? Please explain why I can't just wake up one day and be by myself.
Posted by at
Labels:

1 comment:

  1. Sister BealsJuly 3, 2013 at 10:01 PM

    the weight of these words are unimaginable. 7 short painful months after I penned these horrid words, i got my wish come true. My poor husband, sweet beautiful flaweed but loving man, Rick, Richard Allen Beals, died on May 17, 2010. What I would have given for another kiss. Actually, I will see him again. In the flesh. But I don't now if we'll be allowed a kiss or not. I hope so. But I'll have to wait and see. I loved him, and I'm so ashamed of the words I penned above. But I know he'll forgive me.

    ReplyDelete

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)