
At 8:30, I was exhausted. My back, my knees, my shoulders, and my arms were throbbing. My hands were raw from the bleach and hot water. I looked at the clock and started wondering where the heck my husband was. He had told me before he left that he would leave class early to help me clean. Yet it was now 8:32 and no Nick in sight. So I called and I called and I texted and I called some more. No answer, no response. What the heck? If he was still in class he would have texted me back. Was he in a car accident? Where was he? Didn't he know how tired I was? He said he would help me clean. Is he just hanging out at ASU? I am going to kill him, I thought, maybe I should call his parents and see if they have heard anything. I started to panic. He better be dead, skipping out on the cleaning, what a jerk. After 25 exhausting minutes, Nick walks in. I am now a widow. Sad. No but really. I was so mad at him. "Sorry my class went late and my cell phone died" he said as I started crying. Likely story, Mr Fuller...Likely story, Mr Fuller. In other notes, I think my menses will be here shortly and I think that I might have an anger problem because I always want to kill someone or something.
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just wait til you're pregnant...I have these kinds of meltdowns on a daily (ok maybe just weekly) basis....I also start freaking out if I don't receive a text response after like 7 minutes....
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