Well, since my baby left me,
I found a new place to dwell.
It's down at the end of lonely street
at Heartbreak Hotel.
You make me so lonely baby,
I get so lonely,
I get so lonely I could die.
Ok, so he didn't leave me, but I am lonely.
My husband is enjoying himself on the beaches of SanDiego. I'm extremely jealous because I have never been and will probably never get to go. When I told him that on the phone he said something to the effect of...When the kids are gone...Yeah right what ever.
So he calls me last night to tell me he is on his way to the beach. I tell him to "bite me", I'm up to my eyeballs in work, and stressing big time. Then he calls me at 4:57pm, three minutes before I get off work to tell me he is laying on the beach, had just finished body surfing in the ocean...ok, would he ever do something like that with me? No. I'm immediately upset. I don't let him know it, but I get off the phone and start crying. Why am I so upset? It's not like he is on vacation without me. He is working, but playing at the same time. I can't help but feel he has more fun with his "basketball girls" than he does with me. He gets to go places and do things that I never get to do. The one time I think I might be able to get away and it falls out of reach.
I'm at home cleaning, cooking and taking care of four kids, shopping, did I mention cleaning? Working my ass off. I'm exhausted. He has no idea. I'm jealous and it's not his fault, why am I so mad? I cry every time I think about him having so much fun. He should have fun! He works hard too. Ah, screw it, I'm spent and I have work to do.