Asphalt

So, today's the 6th. Hubby sure was a happy gooder when I gave him the reprieve. But he seemed unsurprised by it...which means the smug bastard is accustomed to getting last chances. He always has been, the son of a bitch. So last night I told him that if he managed to fix his problems in two months I'd still probably ask for a divorce. So then he said well why am I bothering to try? I didn't answer. And he said why would you if I fixed myself? I said cuz I'm tired. Of what, he asked. Of everything, I said. I didn't answer anymore of his questions, just sort of left it at that. This is one last chance that won't benefit him.

I'm getting a divorce AND THAT'S THAT.

Moving right along. I got a meeting this morning with the kid's Arabic teacher, I plan to get in her ass most righteously. Other than that, I need to submit an account of my Hajj experience to my religions class as a 'treat for the class'. Those were the teacher's words exactly. Who knows, it might be entertaining. I plan to go walking after the meeting so I'll be getting home kinda late. I should still have time to complete the account, though. Didn't get much sleep, what with hubby and all, so I'm pissy tired. Let me just state for the record that if I get pregnant, I will take the new baby and still leave. Nothing, no power on this Earth, will make me stay. Not this time.

Alrighty, then. That said, I'm out. Lata...