I promise this is the most ridiculous thing you will read today.

I'm tired. Like, emotionally worn out. I'm not going to drag on in a back story but I am very much in love with my boyfriend, who I am 8 weeks pregnant by. I did not think I could live without him. And even though I'm like 75% sure I'm not going through with this pregnancy, I think it has made me realize things from a different view. Here's what happened last night:

I play this game called Fight List. You can click a button that matches a random opponent to you. You may play this game before you know who you are playing by saying "Unknown", or it may pop up saying you are playing a particular person like Amy". I know my boyfriend doesn't want me to play with men so I resigned two players. One, it did have me play one game first, the other did not. We ended up fighting until after midnight because he accused me of talking to these men and then he went out to a bar until 5 in the morning. He came home still yelling at me, telling me he would start playing games and messaging with women. He even said he would join Tinder. I hoped it was because he was drinking but no, he just texted me and said maybe I could ask one of those two men something I asked him, and he named them by their screen names. If it isn't clear, these are two random opponents that I RESIGNED a trivia game with on an app.

THEN, out of no where, he wanted to fool around. So, ok. He likes to hear stories about my ex boyfriends for some reason so I told him a story about my ex from highschool. 14 years ago. I embellished, as always, to keep it interesting because who remembers 14 years ago? Now, he's mad because I told him the guy had an 8 inch penis instead of 7 as I had told him previously. I swear on my life I don't remember. I don't even remember the size of my ex husbands who I was with for 10 years.

I'm pretty much permanently in the dog house because I can't do anything right.