I haven't talked to my husband since Friday. Like literally, zero words exchanged.
It's awkward as fuck. He had to put something in the fridge the other day and I was standing in the way, so he leaned around me like I had the plague #dramaticafand put his drink on the shelf. Instead of saying EXCUSE ME like a normal person. We hate each other though. If we must speak to each other, absolute must, we do it through the kids, like, "Angie, did you remind your dad that he said he would put that puzzle together for you." But I say it loud so he hears me. That kind of thing. #verymaturelike, you know. Anyway, guess who fucking needs gas in her car now and is a #brokebitch? Me!!!! #fml. So I have to give a bj in the college parking lot for some fast cash or else go ask his ass for some money. You guys want to know something messed up? I'm not on HIS bank account. Never have been. When I need money for groceries or gas, he gives me his debit card to use or he gives me cash. I want to take a poll, are you on your husband's bank account with your own card? Anyway, since I finally need money, I'll have to be the one who goes and breaks the silent streak, which basically means, I will have to listen to him bitch me out for an hour about how I'm a piece of shit for a wife and how he can't stand me. I've been with him 13 years, I know exactly what's coming. It happens EVERY time. And I sit and tune him out while he puts me down and then finally after he feels superior and self righteous, I'm granted some money and sent on my way. Now if I sulk over my bitching out, and don't speak to him, the cycle will continue until I need money again. If I just forget it and act like nothing happened and talk to him like regular, then we won't fight for a few days. Man, it really gets old.