So I am long overdue for a good rant.
I knew it was too good to be true that I was truly happy.
That all I did was smile.
And that we were getting along so good.
We aren't arguing.
Just creating a huge space.

I hate how when I leave for a few hours when him and his daughter are here, I come back to this place absolutly trashed.
It's fucking ridiculous how little control he has over her.
He doesn't pay any fucking attention to her and just lets her do whatever.
The last time I tried to say anything about it, I got my head bit off.
Not only is it that, she goes through ALL of my stuff.
When she takes a shower, she uses MY towel.
Hello, haven't you ever heard of getting one from the shelf with a TON of towels?
It's actually quite simple. I do it rather often.
I know she's 8 and I shouldn't be so pissed but for Christ Sakes.
When I was 8 years old, I was using my own towel.
Everytime she gets a glass of WATER, she gets different glass.
She attempted to make mac & cheese.
Eats ALL of our food.
It's insane.

What hurts most of all, is that he's not happy.
I try my hardest to make him happy.
I give him everything I can..
I'm not Paula, and I'm not Lori.
Nor will I ever be, and nor do I want to be even close.
For some god forsaken reason, he holds Paula on this pedistal above everyone else.
She cheated on her HUSBAND with Mike, and they had a kid together.

I'm not sure if its the PMS peaking through but I'm in such a terrible mood.
I cried the whole way home from my moms.
And I'm fighting back the tears right now.
Everything is going to fall to shit again.

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