NFC.

I'm too old to start over.  And even if I don't really believe that...the plain and simple truth of the matter is, I don't want to start over.  Because GODDAMMIT....I just don't want to.

Yeah yeah.  I'm here again.  At this point I get to every couple of weeks.  And then I write it all out and my stupid fucking positive glass half full ass, works it all out and it's sunshine & fucking pretty little blue birds again.  Until, the next time.

Grrrr.

So, here's the story...I know...I know...pathetic huh?  Wait...I haven't even told you the story.  But I'll bet anything, any one of you can guess??  Right?

For future reference Two will be referred to as NFC.  (And for those of you who can't read my mind, that's short for Nasty Fucking Cunt.  Yes.  I said it.  So, what?  She is what she is.)

I'm soooo not going to go into it...but something happened and it just brought all of the NFC shit to the surface.  It's like ripping out the stitches before the hole heals. 

And Magnum, is crabbier than fucking ever.  I just...can not stand it. 

I fantasize about leaving him.  About having my own place.  About moving back to where I came from. 

And, then reality comes a knockin'.  Where am I gonna go?  Is it really that bad?  If you talk to him, maybe he'll realize he's a crabby motherfucking dick and he'll be nicer?  Maybe NFC will get hit by a truck, because I swear to GOD that's all that will ever keep those two apart.  I'm sure as fuck not managing to do it.  Maybe I'm just being unreasonable or overly sensitive.

And, of course, I start thinking well I'll just get me a lil something to occupy my time.  But, I don't want that either. 

I don't want to feel like this anymore.

And, I'd give ANYTHING for one hour alone with NFC's naive little husband.