Friday

Aaaaaaaaaaaah! So frustrating the mood changes, the pretended innocense. Every night this week he hasn't been drunk he comes down to the basement where I sleep and informed me he's going to sleep and seeking a goodnight kiss. Huh? I moved out of my room. I sleep in the basement. And when I move or decline his advances I'm mad, angry. oh, and he doesnt understand why. Riiiight. I must be a little nutty... mad for no reason at all... Well, except for years of hell.