It's been a while since I last posted. I've been kind of discouraged with hubby's insistence on being generous to someone who doesn't deserve it. Come to find out his dead-beat sister has been doing drugs (again) and that's why she was so broke and starving.
And he gave her stuff and lied to me about it, like I can't tell when something has gone missing. So, he's just not going to know about or have access to my food storage. And yes, I mean "my". As I've mentioned before, he's decided if the poo hits the fan, he'll be one of the first to die, and his thinking stops there. Apparently, if he's dead, nothing else matters.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking? Maybe yes, maybe no.
