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Calgon take me away
Oct. 12th, 2002 08:13 pmWith all the tension over here since the 'incident' on Tuesday i have been a physical and emotional mess. My back is spasmed so tight i can hardly move and what is moveable on my back is met with the muscles in my neck knotted up so tight my shoulder is touching my ear. The throw in a bit of 'being duped by someone you trusted' and what you have the makings for is a blow-up. Which is what i did tonight.
We can't seem to get Max completely house broken. i am having trouble enough living with a Texan but add to that a dog that pees whenever and where ever it wants has put me to the exploding point. i told Master either get the dog trained, take him to the desert and leave him or put him down. i can't live like this.
Where do i get off telling Master anything? i'm lucky i didn't get punished right then and there for the tone of voice let alone the words i said. Then i stormed out of the room and told Him not to talk to me, not to come to me, just leave me the fuck alone. Which He did, until it was time to talk to Daughter on the computer. Now, not onlly do i hurt all over physically, but my heart is sick again, and i have a dog that cowers when i come near. i may as well go stand in the middle of the expressway and ask some damn kuwaiti to run me over and put me out of my misery.
We can't seem to get Max completely house broken. i am having trouble enough living with a Texan but add to that a dog that pees whenever and where ever it wants has put me to the exploding point. i told Master either get the dog trained, take him to the desert and leave him or put him down. i can't live like this.
Where do i get off telling Master anything? i'm lucky i didn't get punished right then and there for the tone of voice let alone the words i said. Then i stormed out of the room and told Him not to talk to me, not to come to me, just leave me the fuck alone. Which He did, until it was time to talk to Daughter on the computer. Now, not onlly do i hurt all over physically, but my heart is sick again, and i have a dog that cowers when i come near. i may as well go stand in the middle of the expressway and ask some damn kuwaiti to run me over and put me out of my misery.
