Thursday, April 14, 2011


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.

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