I'm apparently Public Enemy #1 in the Stump house. Clint ended up deleting his facebook account because of a status saying that this was the worst birthday ever and I will never celebrate another one again. Which is true. I want to forget that March 6 ever existed. He never told me why, but I think quite a few people asked him if we were divorcing. At this point, that would be a fucking godsend. I do not want to look him in the face anymore. He has decided that we aren't going to the casino as planned cause he "knows how I will be". I asked him how I would be and he wouldn't tell me. In the middle of the night, I accidentally rolled his direction and he literally pushed me back. I might have cried one tear and fell back to sleep. I'm considering sleeping on the couch tonight. Would be better than sharing the bed with him.
No announcement yet.
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