A storm is ragin' and it isn't "Alberto"

Let’s get ready to ruuuummmmbbblllllle!

When we fight, we fight like caged rabid wolverines. When we get along, we’re each others best friend and personal super hero. I love him and he loves me but Jesus Christ I’d like to punch the smart into him some days!

D is a Scorpio so naturally he thinks he’s never wrong. I am a Sagittarius so naturally I think he’s always wrong (because he is!). And both of us will hold our respective position until….forever. When we argue it’s a no holds barred three day long ex-crap-aganza. If there was a Pay-Per-View event called Extreme Verbal Championship Fighting, we’d be the main event and you’d get your moneys worth (and probably talk about it for years to come). I can’t stand it. I’m getting too old for it. So now, after our latest (going into the third day) argument I feel like I have to legally have my name changed back to my maiden. Why? To make a fucking point, that’s why. Drastic shit. That’s what I have to do to get through that (at times) thick skull of his. I don’t mean divorce here, I mean going down to the local courthouse and paying the 300 some odd dollars to restore my maiden name. And on the paperwork where it asks why, my response is going to be…

“I’m making a point to my idiot husband and that point is- When you do stupid shit that reflects poorly on you, it reflects poorly on anyone who shares your name. ME. P.S. Quit being stupid!”

No, no, this isn’t over an affair or anything like that. If that had happened I wouldn’t need a name change, I’d need a damn good lawyer to get me off of murder 1 charges. This is over inconsiderate bullshit. An accumulation of inconsiderate bullshit.

I’m really, super beyond tired.