Less than two months after getting out of an inpatient eating disorder facility, my (now ex) husband and I were grocery shopping. He had filled our cart with Cheezits, chips, candy, etc. I picked up a single container of raspberries to add to our purchase, to which his response was, “I don’t think we have enough money for that.”
So I silently put it back.
Good to know your wife’s well being isn’t worth an additional $3 on your grocery bill or one box less of Cheezits.
im in one of those periods in my life where i cant focus on anything i cant finish an assignment i cant listen to one song for more than 5 seconds i cant sit through a tv show episode i cant finish a book i cant write a story
all i can do is stare blankly at the wall and wish i had something to do but everything i could do or want to do is just supremely unsatisfying
dang girl, you’ll make the prettiest flowers once your body rots into the earth.