My husband commutes to work once a week. He works 6 hours away from home. We are currently in the process of buying a house there right now so the commute ends, but for now he drives back and forth every week, coming home to see our daughter and I on the weekends.

I recently stopped working as I knew we were going to be moving soon, so my husband started taking the little truck I was driving. He had been taking his old ‘93 truck and it was getting hard on him and the truck. So, a week after he started taking the truck I was driving, on his way to work he got into a wreck totaling our only nice vehicle. (Not his fault, 3 deer decided to commit suicide.) He and his dog were fine but the truck was toast.

So we started looking for another truck and finally found one we liked. He went and got it today and brought it home. It is a very nice truck and I do like it. But my bitter ass can’t help but be jealous of my husband. He’s going to drive it, which is fine he needs a nicer vehicle than I do for my little trips to town. But I feel worthless that I don’t have a nice vehicle. Or even a vehicle of my own anymore..

I hate that I feel this way. I do feel grateful he was able to get a nice truck so if we do take road trips or when we move I can have a nice vehicle to come see my mom, but I just can’t get over being a bitter, jealous bitch. 😔

Sorry for the long, stupid rant. Just don’t have anyone else to vent to about it.