We had fun yesterday. Kenny went out and got a nerf gun after weeks of saying I shouldn't have gotten mine because I would be teaching the babies that guns are toys. What a crock! I played with toy guns when I was little. It didn't turn me into a gun-toting lowlife. Anyway, so we played with them yesterday and it was so fun. We ran around the coat rack we put in the middle of the living room and the babies ran around creating even more mayhem. It was great. Then we went bowling with a bunch of friends, which is kind of miraculous because kenny is the next thing to antisocial. It was cool because we don't really do things together anymore.

Bleh

Things are still just "okay." I am doing what I want, which is basically going back to school and being the best mom I can be. I still have issues with my WH and he still doesn't understand. I think he's just given up. I don't really think he ever really put the whole of himself into a R anyway. I never really felt any sincerity from him. As far as the last post from ages ago, the calls and everything were work related, but the problem is he doesn't feel like he should have to check in with me. I think if he really wanted to make things work he would do that without my having to ask. Meh. Whatever. I'm nearing the point where I don't care. I don't. These things bother me on the periphery of my psyche. They cause a minor wrinkle on my forehead. I guess I'm falling out of love. And, he doesn't even care. He sees it happening and we've talked about it. He knows I'm just biding my time until I'm debt-free and educated. He actually said to me that he hopes that I end up with a man who will beat me and drink and do drugs and that kind of thing. Is he serious? Does he realize that he's basically saying that those guys are the only ones worse than him? I'm married to a moron. He refuses to go to therapy. He has given up on learning anything new. Why bother? He thinks he knows it all. I'm ranting. I just wanted to update the sit.