Diary of an assassin: Inconsolable
11 April. Monday.
Therapy. I can’t believe I agreed to it. Even more, I can’t believe I agreed to keep a journal. My therapist thinks it’ll help to write out my thoughts while I’m angry so I won’t turn on one of my husbands. Apparently I lash out easily but I’m not easily consoled; not even by the sweetest-natured of the guys.
Okay, so I feel bad when one of them brings me flowers and I end up kicking them out of the room five minutes later. I love them and I know they mean well, but they should know by now not to pet me when I’m pissed off.
*Note to self: Don't clean the blades in the kitchen sink. It makes Andy nervous.
***Part of the "A to Z Blogging Challenge 2011: I"