Ugh.

Yesterday I made myself feel like an asshole. I was feeling down all day, and by the end of the day I was crying. Sweetums of course asks me what’s wrong and I say nothing because I don’t want to talk about it. He’s like well its obviously something or you wouldn’t be this upset. And of course he is right. So I tell him I am thinking it might be better if I go back to my mom’s when I get a car because we were spending a lot more time together when I wasn’t staying here. The first thing he says is that he doesn’t want me to go back, he likes having me here. I like being here too but the last couple weeks I think we’ve gone to WalMart twice and watched a movie. Other then that the only time we’ve been together has been in bed. And then I feel like an asshole because the whole reason we haven’t been spending that much time together is because when he is off work, he is still working to make a little “extra” money that he needs. Its not like he’s trying to avoid spending time with me, he’s doing what he has to do to get by.