Friday, April 20, 2007
Hubby didn't come home last night. He called around 7 to say that he was going to go work on a lab. Great, I didn't care since he called. I somehow got the impression he's be leaving for home about an hour later. Well, it's noon the next day and hubby never came home. Never called. His phone is off. He used to do this quite a bit, but he KNOWS that it's unacceptable. We'll see when he drags his ass home today. I was up all night, worried, waiting for the police to call, or for them to bring him home like last time. I'm not as worried about that now, because by noon the next day, they'd have called, right? He probably got caught up in school work and it got late so he stayed at someone's house. BUT HE DOESN'T THINK ABOUT HOW IT AFFECTS ME! Sometimes I hate my life.
I dreamt I had sex with the man down the street that likes me. Is that bad? I think it's just a reaction to being upset with hubby, but it kind of freaked me out. Because I liked it. I was also being chased by a resurrected bull. What the hell does that mean?