Life

It's a real ass kicker sometimes.

Stick a fork in me, I can't take any more.

He's being such an ass because we moved.  I told him before when we were looking at places that we liked them or whatever.  He asked me why I told him this stuff.  I just thought he'd have concern over where we moved to.  So today, I told him we moved.  He was so mad at me.  He said very hurtful things.  He's mad we took the washer and dryer.  I think he's mad I took both our tvs.  One my sister gave me and one I bought for our bedroom, right before he left.  Some nights, I watch it until I'm sleepy because I have no one to talk to.  If he wanted it, he should say something.

So, he's taking the microwave cart, the big freezer and the dishwasher.

I have no clue where he's living and he's mad that Zachary doesn't want to spend the night.

He said that I've held him back from visiting him.  I have not.

I'm exhausted with this crap.  He's telling me to file for divorce.  I tried to get him to agree to something, explaining that it would speed things up but he said no, we have nothing to talk about.

He said I moved his kids without telling him.

This is just a whole lot of stupid.

Life is just really hard right now.  Really really hard.  :(