As it says, today is my birthday and I absolutely hated it.

My husband said he wanted to make it special for me but instead of listening to things I wanted to do he argued against them (this was after he asked how I’d like to spend the day)

My parents watched our kids so we could go get dinner and drinks. Well since having baby number two I barely drink so one margarita and a shot later I was feeling it. Ready to go but my husband was enjoying himself and wanted to stay and continue drinking. I was like can we please go??

Finally we leave and I wanted to go get Easter stuff done and he kept wanting to put it off (like go do it Saturday) finally we went and it’s like he wasn’t even there with me. Too busy watching and paying attention to everyone else. We get done go to my parents each have a drink, well my husband is somewhat of an alcoholic (wants to keep having a good time but doesn’t know his limit, we are in our 30s not 21 anymore) and my dads basically cut him off, he was upset, kept bringing up ex boyfriend’s (basically kept bringing up anyone I dated all day/slept with and talking about how oh you’ll get drunk and sleep around but won’t sleep with me blah blah blah.) yeah sounds like a great birthday doesn’t it?

So we finally get home and he’s trying to figure out who he can invite over and have a fire with for my birthday. Again I told him I don’t want other people here I just wanted to spend time with you. Well he took off over an hour ago to go to the store for firewood and alcohol (oh and when I called he was at a friends house because he felt like I didn’t want to spend any time with him today) and here I am at home with our two kids ready for bed, but I can’t sleep until he gets home because of my lovely anxiety.

Sorry for the long rant