For winning the SuperBowl 42. I got to see the last 7 minutes of the whole thing. Whoopy!!!
Archive for Sunday, February 3rd, 2008.
To be on the road all the time and to drive with your knuckles turning white because you simply cannot see 5 feet in front of you due to the heavy band of snow and then having the snow come back blowing up into your windshield. I drove 25mph down to pick up my Son. All because my A$$hole of a ex-husband didn’t want to leave the stupid Super Bowl. I am honestly beyong pissed right now. I drove over an hour at a very, very slow speed and he refused to drive 10 minutes to meet me. His house where he lives isn’t exactly easy to get too. I simply cried most of the way down there. Asking why? Why me? Why am I being punished? Why does his Father have to be such a jerk? Seriously? Why? I am going to email him and simply let him know how I don’t appreciate being treated like this and have him calling me all sorts of names in front of my Son. I don’t do it to my Son ever, and frankly …..I am pissed.