This having the hubby gone all the time thing is getting tough. I'm on my Xanax daily just so I don't fuss people at work out, or bust out crying like I did two nights ago. There's always something that bothers me. Last time, his trainer's truck had issues so the hubby was gone for two solid weeks. Now, he told me he'd be home early today. It's almost 7pm and he's still a couple hours away. He gets his own truck next week. Hopefully he'll be able to get home at better times with that. I just can't stand being let down so much. I got the house fully cleaned, rearranged two rooms, looked into paint for the bedroom, paid all the bills, and have been trying to exercise the dog more. I'm still behind in school. I put in my two weeks at work because I can't handle it all. My last day of work is next Friday. My boss said she's going to buy me lunch. I just wish she didn't work so much so we could hang out occasionally. I really need friends down here. I try talking to people in my depression chat room but all I end up doing is helping other people. No one ever offers to hear me out and help me. I tried talking to my mother but she didn't understand it. She unintentionally, or so I hope, patronizes me. She makes me feel like a child because I'm so lonely, depressed, and stressed. I have Borderline Personality Disorder. I'm allowed to feel %&*#ed up every now and then. Some days, like today, I just want to lay in bed and do absolutely nothing. But I can't. I have a dog that needs to be fed, let in and out, and played with, even if I feel like crying myself into a coma. I've tried telling the hubby these things but he doesn't quite understand to what extent I feel them. He does try to help but most of the time it feels half-hearted. Then when people say something stupid to me, I go off on a rage fit.
For example: One of the managers has an attitude issue with some associates, me included. I was printing signs for work and trying to do something productive since I didn't have any customers and there was nothing for me to do. She asked if I was done with the computer. I told her, "Yeah, I can be if you need it. I'll just finish later." I wasn't angry, I was trying to be extra nice since I knew she was already in a mood. Her response was demanding what I was doing. I explained that I was printing off signs. She then said, "Yeah because it's not like you have anything better to be doing." She was taking her stress out on me. I didn't say anything. I just snatched my signs off the desk next to her and stormed off. She called my boss asking about how to find something and told her that she pissed me off. My boss asked her what she did to me. Then the girl said she heard me crying. I had gone into our Human Resources office and tried to explain why I was upset but ended up crying my eyes out. This manager has been like this to me for months now. She's one of the reasons I'm quitting.
Then today I went to a home improvement store looking for paint. I just wanted to look for a creamy grey color that would go good with a picture I have. It's a thing that says:
Find your true love. Listen to your heart. Be passionate and fearless. Believe in love at first sight. Hold hands. Laugh nervously. Feel butterflies in your stomach. Be spontaneous. Write love letters. Be patient and kind with your words. Cuddle. Run away together. Learn from each other. Be thoughtful and generous. Make each other laugh. Be romantic and impulsive. Grow old together. Create memories you will tell your grandchildren about. Kiss each other goodnight. Travel often and have adventures. Stay in bed all day. Remember why you fell in love. . . This is your happily ever after.
It's a white background with black boarder, black print except for the word love which is red. I showed the associate what I was working with. He read it and kept ragging on the fact that it had to be written by a woman . . .etc. Then he showed it to another guy. All I wanted was a suggestion of what f^%&ing paint to use. It was frustrating but I didn't say anything. When I get angry or upset like that, I just shut up and fume. When he went to answer the phone, I walked a couple isles away to look at window stuff. He found me and then decided to try and be somewhat professional and sell me some paint. I told him I had to talk to my husband. Then he went off on how my husband could stand that thing being in the bedroom. I wanted to punch him then run away crying. . .
When I got in the car I got a text from the hubby saying he might not get home until at least 9 tonight. So much for coming home early. Now all I want to do is take a crap ton of my Xanax and sleep. My heart aches so much. I can't even cry anymore. I've punched a couple walls, luckily they were stronger than me and only bruised my knuckles.
I've done everything I can to distract myself. Tv, movies, video games, homework, cleaning, washing, chatting. Nothing works. I just want someone to hug me and say I'm feeling normal things and it'll get easier or that they'll be there to help me. That's all I want is some effing support. But of course my husband chose to take a job where he'd never be home once we moved 1000 fucking miles from my family. Sorry about the language. I'm just really really hurt right now.
Ok, so there's my rant. And me letting y'all know I'm still alive. Even though I'm pretty sure no one actually reads this. I guess it's more for me to vent to a pretend someone and hopefully feel better. Fuck it.
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