Going Crazy

Ever have one of those weekends. Well I had tons planned and of course only finished half of what needed to be done. You see I'm trying to sell my house because I want to buy a new life in the country. Farm living here we come if I ever get the house clean enough to have an open house. Apparently the planets were not in line this weekend or something because, everyone, I repeat everyone was a serious crab. Every word spoken this weekend was with a little twinge of "get out of my face" to it. Well I ran away again, got into the car, with 4 bucks and a half tank of gas and thought to my self, I am never coming back. No matter what, even if I have to eat garbage. Well I called a friend and she talked me down again. If it were not for her I would of been divorced a few times already. I wonder if my husband is even a little bit grateful for her or wish she would butt out so we could hurry up and get it over with. Its Monday, I've gotten no sorry no hug no nothing. I'm supposed to just keep going and ignore the fact I'm treated like crap sometimes so that I can have that once in a blue moon romantic moment. Well I'm sick and tired of just having a "okay" life or a well I know a lot of people who have it worse attitude. Why can't I have it all, why can't I have my dreams and have something to look forward to everyday, instead of laying in bed and saying do I have to get up and do it again. Well thats all, same shit different day.