Yep. Worked two shitty waitressing jobs so he could get his master’s, so he could get his fancy schmancy job, the promotion of which came oh, just before the paperwork came for me.

I’d been out of the regular work force for 9 years when I ended up alone. Nursing babies and waiting tables, letting MY degree gather dust…because my masters was supposed to be next.

And the new wife does all the stuff I never had time to do with him…like go dipnetting and training for triathalons in St. Croix…

Can’t really take babies to do that stuff but of course by the time she came along there weren’t any babies, and plus, now he only has them half the time so they get lots of one on one time. He acts like I was just depriving him. He forgets someone had to be home parenting. Ugh.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.