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10 Congrats for not smoking. Making it past emotional tests is a real challenge. …pat. of — Pat and Ash http://www3.sympatico.ca/patash/ Pat blogs at http://patsgreenthumb.blogspot.com/ Ash blogs as Michael Court at http://conceptions.blogspot.com/

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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – "Shel" wrote … fucking ass…huge fight…hit me…kill him… screaming, yelling, cussing, slamming doors, and breaking 2 plates… … the dick…fucking pissed…FUCK…whiny ass…dickwipe…bitch…PEE a couple of times <GASP! …BAD MOM!!!! …FUCK…damned LIAR!!!!! …string him up and skin him alive vvveeerrryyy ssslllooowwwlllyyy!!! Cocksucker.  BAD MOM AND SUCKY HOUSEKEEPER, CRAPPY HOMEWORK SUPERVISOR, AND BBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDD …buttface ….eat off of the fucking floor… (Jef. backs away v-e-r-y …..s-l-o-w-l-y and tiptoes from the room, trying not to be noticed…)

ROFL! Nice snipping! I hereby upgrade Shel’s score from a 10.0 to a 15.0! Paula

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A *Perfect* Ten! Shel, you are a wonderful Mother, Wife, animal slave (Im a bunny slave)… Dont let anyone convince you otherwise! (understandingly) Julia

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Hi all, I’m a mess.  I’m having a rotten evening/night.  DH decided to be an fucking ass tonight, and we got in a huge fight (don’t worry, he’d never, ever hit me, I’d kill him, and he knows it).  After spending 2 hours screaming, yelling, cussing, slamming doors, and breaking 2 plates that were in the sink (my new ones, the dick), the fight’s over.  Why is it over?  Did we make up?  No, of course not!  He’s gone to sleep, like everything’s hunky-dory!  Well, it’s NOT!  I’m sad, I’m crying, and I’m still fucking pissed, and he’s snoozing away.  How the FUCK can men DO that?!  (no offense to all you nice guys here on AS3) Anyway, part of it was that I’m spending too much time on the computer and not enough time cleaning.  Funny, he’s had the flu for 3 days, and has slept all but about 5 hours of those days, but he knows what *I’ve* been doing?! I waited on his whiny ass, hand and foot for all 3 of those days, without a single complaint.  I also didn’t see *him* cleaning a G*d damned thing!  I don’t have a clue what he’s being such a dickwipe about, the laundry is done, the dishes are done, the bed was made, counters wiped, etc, etc, etc, on into the sunset.  Not to mention that the kids got to school & back, and dinner was done on time. The only thing I could possibly see that he’d have to bitch about is I haven’t vacuumed since Monday, and the kitchen floor needs mopping (it’s raining & muddy, and bigdog had to actually PEE a couple of times today, and actually WENT OUTSIDE to do it, and then CAME BACK IN afterwords). <GASP! So I didn’t mop after I imperfectly wiped his feet at the door *every* time Oh, and the boy-child apparently has a report that is due *tomorrow* that he *hasn’t even started*, and somehow that’s MY fault!!!  Nevermind the fact that I asked the kid point-blank yesterday "have you been working on your report?".  He answered "YES, I’m just about done with the rough draft, and I’ll type it tomorrow".  Oh yeah, the kid lies to my face (sweetly, and with a smile), and that makes me a BAD MOM!!!!  The FUCK it does!!!!!! It makes the kid a damned LIAR!!!!!  And it makes me so flipping angry, it’s not even funny, and because I’m angry at the boy, I’M A BAD MOM FOR THAT TOO!!!!! And if all that’s not bad enough, he made an ass out of himself in front of string him up and skin him alive vvveeerrryyy ssslllooowwwlllyyy!!! Cocksucker. So you may notice the conspicuous absence of SHEL THE BAD MOM AND SUCKY HOUSEKEEPER, CRAPPY HOMEWORK SUPERVISOR, AND

BBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDD – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – few days. Anyway, I didn’t want you all to worry about me, I’m fine, I’m just going to humor buttface and cut down the time I spend online for a few days. I’m going to clean the house until you can eat off of the fucking floor, and then I’m going to make him do it!!!!! As a matter of fact, I think I’ll feed him out of bigdog’s bowl. Bigdog can eat at the table with the rest of the civilized beings in this house. Okay, that’s a little better.  Sorry for yelling at you guys, I knew you’d understand.  I’m going to sleep (on the couch, of course), so I can get up early, take the kids to school, go to the grocery store, and clean the Oh, just in case you were wondering: Hugs, Shel (if I didn’t smoke tonight- and I didn’t-, I’ll NEVER smoke again) *M+* No*Embers One month, one day, 15 hours, 2 minutes and 9 seconds. 948 cigarettes not smoked, saving $142.32. Life saved: 3 days, 7 hours, 0 minutes.

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Oh Shel, this was absolutely beautiful!!   You certainly know how to let it all hang out! But….food for thought….when some one is being an ungrateful dick, and can’t seem to appreciate all the stuff I do……I tend to go the other way…..and give em what they are accusing me of.  I can pretty much stop doing anything for someone soooo special.  After all, you wouldn’t want him to be made out to be a liar would you!!  And him sick and all…..po baby. Besides….girl, you need to take care of you too!!  Will staying away from the puter help you or hurt you??  Sumptin to tink about…… Not to mention we’d miss ya!! Ripley / stiring up trouble in Pink — Santa’s hard at work keepin out da shit!! Checked by AVG anti-virus system (http://www.grisoft.com).

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Hubby and I never saw eye to eye on what is consider "clean".  He thinks the house should be ready for company, can pass a white glove test at all times……I like a more comfortable, lived-in look. Early in our marriage it became clear that he expected me to take care of the housework OK …I will clean to my comfort level.    If he wants it any cleaner he can either 1) do it himself or 2) hire someone else to do it.  He’s gotten used to the lived-in look.  :) Can you compromise?  When my computer use got out of hand I set limits for blank)  I used the computer as a reward after a job well done. Make sure he knows that you are not just playing on the computer.  Your are getting a handle on an addiction. Hugs sweetie.  Hope you’re back in the bedroom tonight. Chris

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Hi all, I’m a mess.  I’m having a rotten evening/night.  DH decided to be an fucking ass tonight, and we got in a huge fight (don’t worry, he’d never, ever hit me, I’d kill him, and he knows it).  After spending 2 hours screaming, yelling, cussing, slamming doors, and breaking 2 plates that were in the sink (my new ones, the dick), the fight’s over.  Why is it over? Did we make up?  No, of course not!  He’s gone to sleep, like everything’s hunky-dory!  Well, it’s NOT!  I’m sad, I’m crying, and I’m still fucking pissed, and he’s snoozing away.  How the FUCK can men DO that?!  (no offense to all you nice guys here on AS3) Anyway, part of it was that I’m spending too much time on the computer and not enough time cleaning.  Funny, he’s had the flu for 3 days, and has slept all but about 5 hours of those days, but he knows what *I’ve* been doing?! I waited on his whiny ass, hand and foot for all 3 of those days, without a single complaint.  I also didn’t see *him* cleaning a G*d damned thing!  I don’t have a clue what he’s being such a dickwipe about, the laundry is done, the dishes are done, the bed was made, counters wiped, etc, etc, etc, on into the sunset.  Not to mention that the kids got to school & back, and dinner was done on time. The only thing I could possibly see that he’d have to bitch about is I haven’t vacuumed since Monday, and the kitchen floor needs mopping (it’s raining & muddy, and bigdog had to actually PEE a couple of times today, and actually WENT OUTSIDE to do it, and then CAME BACK IN afterwords). <GASP! So I didn’t mop after I imperfectly wiped his feet at the door *every* time Oh, and the boy-child apparently has a report that is due *tomorrow* that he *hasn’t even started*, and somehow that’s MY fault!!!  Nevermind the fact that I asked the kid point-blank yesterday "have you been working on your report?".  He answered "YES, I’m just about done with the rough draft, and I’ll type it tomorrow".  Oh yeah, the kid lies to my face (sweetly, and with a smile), and that makes me a BAD MOM!!!!  The FUCK it does!!!!!!  It makes the kid a damned LIAR!!!!!  And it makes me so flipping angry, it’s not even funny, and because I’m angry at the boy, I’M A BAD MOM FOR THAT TOO!!!!! And if all that’s not bad enough, he made an ass out of himself in front of up and skin him alive vvveeerrryyy ssslllooowwwlllyyy!!!  Cocksucker. So you may notice the conspicuous absence of SHEL THE BAD MOM AND SUCKY HOUSEKEEPER, CRAPPY HOMEWORK SUPERVISOR, AND BBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDD days. Anyway, I didn’t want you all to worry about me, I’m fine, I’m just going to humor buttface and cut down the time I spend online for a few days.  I’m going to clean the house until you can eat off of the fucking floor, and then I’m going to make him do it!!!!! As a matter of fact, I think I’ll feed him out of bigdog’s bowl.  Bigdog can eat at the table with the rest of the civilized beings in this house. Okay, that’s a little better.  Sorry for yelling at you guys, I knew you’d understand.  I’m going to sleep (on the couch, of course), so I can get up early, take the kids to school, go to the grocery store, and clean the Oh, just in case you were wondering: Hugs, Shel (if I didn’t smoke tonight- and I didn’t-, I’ll NEVER smoke again) *M+* No*Embers One month, one day, 15 hours, 2 minutes and 9 seconds. 948 cigarettes not smoked, saving $142.32. Life saved: 3 days, 7 hours, 0 minutes.

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OMG!!!  I hadn’t read this particular response until just now, and Jef., I must say that you’re good, very good.  I laughed my ass off! Hugs, Shel (almost made me pee my pants, Jef did) *M+* No*Embers One month, four days, 7 hours, 44 minutes and 54 seconds. 1029 cigarettes not smoked, saving $154.45. Life saved: 3 days, 13 hours, 45 minutes.

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – "Shel" wrote … fucking ass…huge fight…hit me…kill him… screaming, yelling, cussing, slamming doors, and breaking 2 plates… … the dick…fucking pissed…FUCK…whiny ass…dickwipe…bitch…PEE a couple of times <GASP! …BAD MOM!!!! …FUCK…damned LIAR!!!!! …string him up and skin him alive vvveeerrryyy ssslllooowwwlllyyy!!! Cocksucker.  BAD MOM AND SUCKY HOUSEKEEPER, CRAPPY HOMEWORK SUPERVISOR, AND BBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDD …buttface ….eat off of the fucking floor… (Jef. backs away v-e-r-y …..s-l-o-w-l-y and tiptoes from the room, trying not to be noticed…)

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10.0 from the Wisconsin judge. Fantastic rant. I don’t blame you for being pissed off… at DH (NOT dear husband in this case) or at your son who lied to you. Hang in there. Hugs, Nicole Two years, ten months, five days, 5 hours, 47 minutes and 50 seconds. 36338 cigarettes not smoked, saving $6,468.24. Time I can spend with my little one that I wouldn’t have if I were smoking: 18 weeks, 4 hours, 10 minutes. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -Hi all, I’m a mess.  I’m having a rotten evening/night.  DH decided to be an fucking ass tonight, and we got in a huge fight (don’t worry, he’d never, ever hit me, I’d kill him, and he knows it).  After spending 2 hours screaming, yelling, cussing, slamming doors, and breaking 2 plates that were in the sink (my new ones, the dick), the fight’s over.  Why is it over?  Did we make up?  No, of course not!  He’s gone to sleep, like everything’s hunky-dory!  Well, it’s NOT!  I’m sad, I’m crying, and I’m still fucking pissed, and he’s snoozing away.  How the FUCK can men DO that?!  (no offense to all you nice guys here on AS3) Anyway, part of it was that I’m spending too much time on the computer and not enough time cleaning.  Funny, he’s had the flu for 3 days, and has slept all but about 5 hours of those days, but he knows what *I’ve* been doing?! I waited on his whiny ass, hand and foot for all 3 of those days, without a single complaint.  I also didn’t see *him* cleaning a G*d damned thing!  I don’t have a clue what he’s being such a dickwipe about, the laundry is done, the dishes are done, the bed was made, counters wiped, etc, etc, etc, on into the sunset.  Not to mention that the kids got to school & back, and dinner was done on time. The only thing I could possibly see that he’d have to bitch about is I haven’t vacuumed since Monday, and the kitchen floor needs mopping (it’s raining & muddy, and bigdog had to actually PEE a couple of times today, and actually WENT OUTSIDE to do it, and then CAME BACK IN afterwords).  <GASP! So I didn’t mop after I imperfectly wiped his feet at the door *every* time Oh, and the boy-child apparently has a report that is due *tomorrow* that he *hasn’t even started*, and somehow that’s MY fault!!!  Nevermind the fact that I asked the kid point-blank yesterday "have you been working on your report?".  He answered "YES, I’m just about done with the rough draft, and I’ll type it tomorrow".  Oh yeah, the kid lies to my face (sweetly, and with a smile), and that makes me a BAD MOM!!!!  The FUCK it does!!!!!!  It makes the kid a damned LIAR!!!!!  And it makes me so flipping angry, it’s not even funny, and because I’m angry at the boy, I’M A BAD MOM FOR THAT TOO!!!!! And if all that’s not bad enough, he made an ass out of himself in front of up and skin him alive vvveeerrryyy ssslllooowwwlllyyy!!!  Cocksucker. So you may notice the conspicuous absence of SHEL THE BAD MOM AND SUCKY HOUSEKEEPER, CRAPPY HOMEWORK SUPERVISOR, AND BBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDD Anyway, I didn’t want you all to worry about me, I’m fine, I’m just going to humor buttface and cut down the time I spend online for a few days.  I’m going to clean the house until you can eat off of the fucking floor, and then I’m going to make him do it!!!!! As a matter of fact, I think I’ll feed him out of bigdog’s bowl.  Bigdog can eat at the table with the rest of the civilized beings in this house. Okay, that’s a little better.  Sorry for yelling at you guys, I knew you’d understand.  I’m going to sleep (on the couch, of course), so I can get up early, take the kids to school, go to the grocery store, and clean the Oh, just in case you were wondering: Hugs, Shel (if I didn’t smoke tonight- and I didn’t-, I’ll NEVER smoke again) *M+* No*Embers One month, one day, 15 hours, 2 minutes and 9 seconds. 948 cigarettes not smoked, saving $142.32. Life saved: 3 days, 7 hours, 0 minutes.

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This is one of the best rants I’ve ever seen here. I’ve been lurking for a few days and have not had a chance to post, so welcome back Shel, WOW! already a month done. As to why we can just go to sleep, I’ll answer that when you can tell me how woman can always sniff out the smallest chinks in the armor and exploit them to no end GregB Three years, eight months, one week, two days, 2 hours, 7 minutes and 29 seconds. 13480 cigarettes not smoked, saving $2,157.01. Life saved: 6 weeks, 4 days, 19 hours, 20 minutes.

Hi all, I’m a mess.  I’m having a rotten evening/night.  DH decided to be an fucking ass tonight, and we got in a huge fight (don’t worry, he’d never, ever hit me, I’d kill him, and he knows it).  After spending 2 hours screaming, yelling, cussing, slamming doors, and breaking 2 plates that were in the sink (my new ones, the dick), the fight’s over.  Why is it over? Did we make up?  No, of course not!  He’s gone to sleep, like everything’s hunky-dory!  Well, it’s NOT!  I’m sad, I’m crying, and I’m still fucking pissed, and he’s snoozing away.  How the FUCK can men DO that?!  (no offense to all you nice guys here on AS3)

Snipped for sake of bandwidth……. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Oh, just in case you were wondering: Hugs, Shel (if I didn’t smoke tonight- and I didn’t-, I’ll NEVER smoke again) *M+* No*Embers One month, one day, 15 hours, 2 minutes and 9 seconds. 948 cigarettes not smoked, saving $142.32. Life saved: 3 days, 7 hours, 0 minutes.

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OMG Shel….glad to see you didn’t hold back!  I can hear your frustration and I’m pissed at your DH and don’t even know him. AND if you didn’t smoke through that….you’re in control! You go girl!!! Annie *W* No*Embers 0y 1m 1d 8h 10m 33s Cigarettes not smoked… 626.8134 Life reclaimed (days)… 2.1764

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Hi all, I’m a mess.  I’m having a rotten evening/night.  DH decided to be an fucking ass tonight, and we got in a huge fight (don’t worry, he’d never, ever hit me, I’d kill him, and he knows it).  After spending 2 hours screaming, yelling, cussing, slamming doors, and breaking 2 plates that were in the sink (my new ones, the dick), the fight’s over.  Why is it over? Did we make up?  No, of course not!  He’s gone to sleep, like everything’s hunky-dory!  Well, it’s NOT!  I’m sad, I’m crying, and I’m still fucking pissed, and he’s snoozing away.  How the FUCK can men DO that?!  (no offense to all you nice guys here on AS3) Anyway, part of it was that I’m spending too much time on the computer and not enough time cleaning.  Funny, he’s had the flu for 3 days, and has slept all but about 5 hours of those days, but he knows what *I’ve* been doing?! I waited on his whiny ass, hand and foot for all 3 of those days, without a single complaint.  I also didn’t see *him* cleaning a G*d damned thing!  I don’t have a clue what he’s being such a dickwipe about, the laundry is done, the dishes are done, the bed was made, counters wiped, etc, etc, etc, on into the sunset.  Not to mention that the kids got to school & back, and dinner was done on time. The only thing I could possibly see that he’d have to bitch about is I haven’t vacuumed since Monday, and the kitchen floor needs mopping (it’s raining & muddy, and bigdog had to actually PEE a couple of times today, and actually WENT OUTSIDE to do it, and then CAME BACK IN afterwords). <GASP! So I didn’t mop after I imperfectly wiped his feet at the door *every* time Oh, and the boy-child apparently has a report that is due *tomorrow* that he *hasn’t even started*, and somehow that’s MY fault!!!  Nevermind the fact that I asked the kid point-blank yesterday "have you been working on your report?".  He answered "YES, I’m just about done with the rough draft, and I’ll type it tomorrow".  Oh yeah, the kid lies to my face (sweetly, and with a smile), and that makes me a BAD MOM!!!!  The FUCK it does!!!!!!  It makes the kid a damned LIAR!!!!!  And it makes me so flipping angry, it’s not even funny, and because I’m angry at the boy, I’M A BAD MOM FOR THAT TOO!!!!! And if all that’s not bad enough, he made an ass out of himself in front of up and skin him alive vvveeerrryyy ssslllooowwwlllyyy!!!  Cocksucker. So you may notice the conspicuous absence of SHEL THE BAD MOM AND SUCKY HOUSEKEEPER, CRAPPY HOMEWORK SUPERVISOR, AND BBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDD days. Anyway, I didn’t want you all to worry about me, I’m fine, I’m just going to humor buttface and cut down the time I spend online for a few days.  I’m going to clean the house until you can eat off of the fucking floor, and then I’m going to make him do it!!!!! As a matter of fact, I think I’ll feed him out of bigdog’s bowl.  Bigdog can eat at the table with the rest of the civilized beings in this house. Okay, that’s a little better.  Sorry for yelling at you guys, I knew you’d understand.  I’m going to sleep (on the couch, of course), so I can get up early, take the kids to school, go to the grocery store, and clean the Oh, just in case you were wondering: Hugs, Shel (if I didn’t smoke tonight- and I didn’t-, I’ll NEVER smoke again) *M+* No*Embers One month, one day, 15 hours, 2 minutes and 9 seconds. 948 cigarettes not smoked, saving $142.32. Life saved: 3 days, 7 hours, 0 minutes.

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Hi all, I’m a mess.  I’m having a rotten evening/night.  DH decided to be an fucking ass tonight, and we got in a huge fight (don’t worry, he’d never, ever hit me, I’d kill him, and he knows it).  After spending 2 hours screaming, yelling, cussing, slamming doors, and breaking 2 plates that were in the sink (my new ones, the dick), the fight’s over.  Why is it over?  Did we make up?  No, of course not!  He’s gone to sleep, like everything’s hunky-dory!  Well, it’s NOT!  I’m sad, I’m crying, and I’m still fucking pissed, and he’s snoozing away.  How the FUCK can men DO that?!  (no offense to all you nice guys here on AS3)

How do we do it? Easy, it’s what we brew beer for – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -Anyway, part of it was that I’m spending too much time on the computer and not enough time cleaning.  Funny, he’s had the flu for 3 days, and has slept all but about 5 hours of those days, but he knows what *I’ve* been doing?! I waited on his whiny ass, hand and foot for all 3 of those days, without a single complaint.  I also didn’t see *him* cleaning a G*d damned thing!  I don’t have a clue what he’s being such a dickwipe about, the laundry is done, the dishes are done, the bed was made, counters wiped, etc, etc, etc, on into the sunset.  Not to mention that the kids got to school & back, and dinner was done on time. The only thing I could possibly see that he’d have to bitch about is I haven’t vacuumed since Monday, and the kitchen floor needs mopping (it’s raining & muddy, and bigdog had to actually PEE a couple of times today, and actually WENT OUTSIDE to do it, and then CAME BACK IN afterwords).  <GASP! So I didn’t mop after I imperfectly wiped his feet at the door *every* time Oh, and the boy-child apparently has a report that is due *tomorrow* that he *hasn’t even started*, and somehow that’s MY fault!!!  Nevermind the fact that I asked the kid point-blank yesterday "have you been working on your report?".  He answered "YES, I’m just about done with the rough draft, and I’ll type it tomorrow".  Oh yeah, the kid lies to my face (sweetly, and with a smile), and that makes me a BAD MOM!!!!  The FUCK it does!!!!!!  It makes the kid a damned LIAR!!!!!  And it makes me so flipping angry, it’s not even funny, and because I’m angry at the boy, I’M A BAD MOM FOR THAT TOO!!!!! And if all that’s not bad enough, he made an ass out of himself in front of up and skin him alive vvveeerrryyy ssslllooowwwlllyyy!!!  Cocksucker. So you may notice the conspicuous absence of SHEL THE BAD MOM AND SUCKY HOUSEKEEPER, CRAPPY HOMEWORK SUPERVISOR, AND BBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDD Anyway, I didn’t want you all to worry about me, I’m fine, I’m just going to humor buttface and cut down the time I spend online for a few days.  I’m going to clean the house until you can eat off of the fucking floor, and then I’m going to make him do it!!!!! As a matter of fact, I think I’ll feed him out of bigdog’s bowl.  Bigdog can eat at the table with the rest of the civilized beings in this house. Okay, that’s a little better.  Sorry for yelling at you guys, I knew you’d understand.  I’m going to sleep (on the couch, of course), so I can get up early, take the kids to school, go to the grocery store, and clean the Oh, just in case you were wondering: Hugs, Shel (if I didn’t smoke tonight- and I didn’t-, I’ll NEVER smoke again) *M+* No*Embers One month, one day, 15 hours, 2 minutes and 9 seconds. 948 cigarettes not smoked, saving $142.32. Life saved: 3 days, 7 hours, 0 minutes.

Listen, I don’t really want to break this to you [some delusional dames might disagree with this, but hey, so so..], but the fact remains: women’s lib is over, it came and went, tis no more I’m afraid. The only thing it achieved was giving credibility to men for not being the sole bread winner. Other than that, everything is just what it always was.That’s what I call progress But you’re doing just great on the non-smoking front….if it’s any consolation Should be! bobf 3y+++

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"Shel" wrote … fucking ass…huge fight…hit me…kill him… screaming, yelling, cussing, slamming doors, and breaking 2 plates… … the dick…fucking pissed…FUCK…whiny ass…dickwipe…bitch…PEE a

couple of times <GASP! …BAD MOM!!!! …FUCK…damned LIAR!!!!! …string him up and skin him alive vvveeerrryyy ssslllooowwwlllyyy!!! Cocksucker.  BAD MOM AND SUCKY HOUSEKEEPER, CRAPPY HOMEWORK SUPERVISOR, AND

BBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDD …buttface ….eat off of the fucking floor…

(Jef. backs away v-e-r-y …..s-l-o-w-l-y and tiptoes from the room, trying not to be noticed…)

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LMAO We know somewhere deep inside Jef. that not all men are BAD BAD people. LOL Kim

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – "Shel" wrote … fucking ass…huge fight…hit me…kill him… screaming, yelling, cussing, slamming doors, and breaking 2 plates… … the dick…fucking pissed…FUCK…whiny ass…dickwipe…bitch…PEE a couple of times <GASP! …BAD MOM!!!! …FUCK…damned LIAR!!!!! …string him up and skin him alive vvveeerrryyy ssslllooowwwlllyyy!!! Cocksucker.  BAD MOM AND SUCKY HOUSEKEEPER, CRAPPY HOMEWORK SUPERVISOR, AND BBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDD …buttface ….eat off of the fucking floor… (Jef. backs away v-e-r-y …..s-l-o-w-l-y and tiptoes from the room, trying not to be noticed…)

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Oh sweet Shel, That was THE BEST rant I have ever read!!!!! You have such a way with putting your emotions into words, you should write books!! Well, I swore that I wouldn’t give any advice here til I quit again, but I’ve been right where you are, so here goes… Think about this…in the beginning of a quit, everyone knows that yer going thru a rough time, so they kinda walk on eggshells around ya…after a month or so, they think "hell, she should be *over* it by now".  THEY DON’T GET IT!  DH needs to understand that this is a long process & if you need as3 every second of the day for a year…so be it!  It just sounds like he’s pissy & taking it out on you…fuck ‘em!  You hold your ground, sweetie!  Do what YOU need to do & to hell with everything else!!!! Luv ya, Cat

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Hey Shel First of all (((((((((Shel)))))))) I know your pain. Hi all, I’m a mess.  I’m having a rotten evening/night.  DH decided to be an fucking ass tonight, and we got in a huge fight (don’t worry, he’d never, ever hit me, I’d kill him, and he knows it).  After spending 2 hours screaming, yelling, cussing, slamming doors, and breaking 2 plates that were in the sink (my new ones, the dick), the fight’s over.

This is a site I found informative you may too. http://drirene.com/catbox/forum.asp?FORUM_ID=7  Why is it over?  Did we make up?  No, of course not!  He’s gone to sleep, like everything’s hunky-dory!  Well, it’s NOT!  I’m sad, I’m crying, and I’m still fucking pissed, and he’s snoozing away.  How the FUCK can men DO that?!  (no offense to all you nice guys here on AS3)

Better yet WHY. When they KNOW we are all twisted up inside and need for them to resolve some stuff, before we can even begin to think about sleeping, why does someone who cares about you do this? I think all thier built up shit is spent and they feel relief, and comfort. Anyway, part of it was that I’m spending too much time on the computer and not enough time cleaning.

You are taking on a major addiction and maybe just maybe need to spend some time caring about YOU. Strange concept I know. If the internet helps you like several others cope and quit oh well. Funny, he’s had the flu for 3 days, and has slept – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – all but about 5 hours of those days, but he knows what *I’ve* been doing?! I waited on his whiny ass, hand and foot for all 3 of those days, without a single complaint.  I also didn’t see *him* cleaning a G*d damned thing!  I don’t have a clue what he’s being such a dickwipe about, the laundry is done, the dishes are done, the bed was made, counters wiped, etc, etc, etc, on into the sunset.  Not to mention that the kids got to school & back, and dinner was done on time. The only thing I could possibly see that he’d have to bitch about is I haven’t vacuumed since Monday, and the kitchen floor needs mopping (it’s raining & muddy, and bigdog had to actually PEE a couple of times today, and actually WENT OUTSIDE to do it, and then CAME BACK IN afterwords). <GASP! So I didn’t mop after I imperfectly wiped his feet at the door *every* time Oh, and the boy-child apparently has a report that is due *tomorrow* that he *hasn’t even started*, and somehow that’s MY fault!!!  Nevermind the fact that I asked the kid point-blank yesterday "have you been working on your report?".  He answered "YES, I’m just about done with the rough draft, and I’ll type it tomorrow".  Oh yeah, the kid lies to my face (sweetly, and with a smile), and that makes me a BAD MOM!!!!  The FUCK it does!!!!!!  It makes the kid a damned LIAR!!!!!  And it makes me so flipping angry, it’s not even funny, and because I’m angry at the boy, I’M A BAD MOM FOR THAT TOO!!!!!

Is he a bad Dad too? – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – And if all that’s not bad enough, he made an ass out of himself in front of up and skin him alive vvveeerrryyy ssslllooowwwlllyyy!!!  Cocksucker. So you may notice the conspicuous absence of SHEL THE BAD MOM AND SUCKY HOUSEKEEPER, CRAPPY HOMEWORK SUPERVISOR, AND BBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDD days. Anyway, I didn’t want you all to worry about me, I’m fine, I’m just going to humor buttface and cut down the time I spend online for a few days.  I’m going to clean the house until you can eat off of the fucking floor, and then I’m going to make him do it!!!!! As a matter of fact, I think I’ll feed him out of bigdog’s bowl.  Bigdog can eat at the table with the rest of the civilized beings in this house. Okay, that’s a little better.  Sorry for yelling at you guys, I knew you’d understand.  I’m going to sleep (on the couch, of course), so I can get up early, take the kids to school, go to the grocery store, and clean the

Sorry if I sound harsh and bitter but I am harsh and bitter.:) Hope thing DO get better! Stay quit don’t give it up for anyone!!!!!! Kim – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Oh, just in case you were wondering: Hugs, Shel (if I didn’t smoke tonight- and I didn’t-, I’ll NEVER smoke again) *M+* No*Embers One month, one day, 15 hours, 2 minutes and 9 seconds. 948 cigarettes not smoked, saving $142.32. Life saved: 3 days, 7 hours, 0 minutes.

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A big ol’10!!    Fuckface dickwad indeed! Made me giggle fersure.    Whuddya MEAN yer crying and he’s sleeping? Never is that way for Norm. He tries to sleep when I’m all upset and I find ways to get him woke up. Know whut I mean?  He wants me quiet when he sleeps then all he’ll hear is my fingernails on these ‘puter keys. Nice and quiet. LOL    Gonna have Normie read yer rant so he can SEE how I feel sometimes. Feed the hubby a buncha TheraFlu and make him get his medicated butt up and clean. <g You can help dickhead jr. do his report research ON THE ‘PUTER!! Hugs from Rosie One month, two weeks, four days, 11 hours, 1 minute and 34 seconds. 1483 cigarettes not smoked, saving $187.11. Life saved: 5 days, 3 hours, 35 minutes. — "If you wanna get it done, you gotta fight for yourself." — Meat Loaf, Bat Outta Hell II

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Hi all, I’m a mess.  I’m having a rotten evening/night.  DH decided to be an fucking ass tonight, and we got in a huge fight (don’t worry, he’d never, ever hit me, I’d kill him, and he knows it).  After spending 2 hours screaming, yelling, cussing, slamming doors, and breaking 2 plates that were in the sink (my new ones, the dick), the fight’s over.  Why is it over? Did we make up?  No, of course not!  He’s gone to sleep, like everything’s hunky-dory!  Well, it’s NOT!  I’m sad, I’m crying, and I’m still fucking pissed, and he’s snoozing away.  How the FUCK can men DO that?!  (no offense to all you nice guys here on AS3) Anyway, part of it was that I’m spending too much time on the computer and not enough time cleaning.  Funny, he’s had the flu for 3 days, and has slept all but about 5 hours of those days, but he knows what *I’ve* been doing?! I waited on his whiny ass, hand and foot for all 3 of those days, without a single complaint.  I also didn’t see *him* cleaning a G*d damned thing!  I don’t have a clue what he’s being such a dickwipe about, the laundry is done, the dishes are done, the bed was made, counters wiped, etc, etc, etc, on into the sunset.  Not to mention that the kids got to school & back, and dinner was done on time. The only thing I could possibly see that he’d have to bitch about is I haven’t vacuumed since Monday, and the kitchen floor needs mopping (it’s raining & muddy, and bigdog had to actually PEE a couple of times today, and actually WENT OUTSIDE to do it, and then CAME BACK IN afterwords). <GASP! So I didn’t mop after I imperfectly wiped his feet at the door *every* time Oh, and the boy-child apparently has a report that is due *tomorrow* that he *hasn’t even started*, and somehow that’s MY fault!!!  Nevermind the fact that I asked the kid point-blank yesterday "have you been working on your report?".  He answered "YES, I’m just about done with the rough draft, and I’ll type it tomorrow".  Oh yeah, the kid lies to my face (sweetly, and with a smile), and that makes me a BAD MOM!!!!  The FUCK it does!!!!!!  It makes the kid a damned LIAR!!!!!  And it makes me so flipping angry, it’s not even funny, and because I’m angry at the boy, I’M A BAD MOM FOR THAT TOO!!!!! And if all that’s not bad enough, he made an ass out of himself in front of up and skin him alive vvveeerrryyy ssslllooowwwlllyyy!!!  Cocksucker. So you may notice the conspicuous absence of SHEL THE BAD MOM AND SUCKY HOUSEKEEPER, CRAPPY HOMEWORK SUPERVISOR, AND BBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDD days. Anyway, I didn’t want you all to worry about me, I’m fine, I’m just going to humor buttface and cut down the time I spend online for a few days.  I’m going to clean the house until you can eat off of the fucking floor, and then I’m going to make him do it!!!!! As a matter of fact, I think I’ll feed him out of bigdog’s bowl.  Bigdog can eat at the table with the rest of the civilized beings in this house. Okay, that’s a little better.  Sorry for yelling at you guys, I knew you’d understand.  I’m going to sleep (on the couch, of course), so I can get up early, take the kids to school, go to the grocery store, and clean the Oh, just in case you were wondering: Hugs, Shel (if I didn’t smoke tonight- and I didn’t-, I’ll NEVER smoke again) *M+* No*Embers One month, one day, 15 hours, 2 minutes and 9 seconds. 948 cigarettes not smoked, saving $142.32. Life saved: 3 days, 7 hours, 0 minutes.

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Wow…terrific rant Shel. Can I come over and slap your DH around a bit? Your post really made me want to!!! I used to have fights like this (well, different subjects, but just as awful) with my ex…but then he would get in the car, and drive off and leave me for hours. Man, that was just the worst. I am so glad despite your pain and sadness and pissed off ness, you didn’t smoke! I hope he crawls up soon to be forgiven Paula 10 from the Kiwi Judge

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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Hi all, I’m a mess.  I’m having a rotten evening/night.  DH decided to be an fucking ass tonight, and we got in a huge fight (don’t worry, he’d never, ever hit me, I’d kill him, and he knows it).  After spending 2 hours screaming, yelling, cussing, slamming doors, and breaking 2 plates that were in the sink (my new ones, the dick), the fight’s over.  Why is it over?  Did we make up?  No, of course not!  He’s gone to sleep, like everything’s hunky-dory!  Well, it’s NOT!  I’m sad, I’m crying, and I’m still fucking pissed, and he’s snoozing away.  How the FUCK can men DO that?!  (no offense to all you nice guys here on AS3) Anyway, part of it was that I’m spending too much time on the computer and not enough time cleaning.  Funny, he’s had the flu for 3 days, and has slept all but about 5 hours of those days, but he knows what *I’ve* been doing?! I waited on his whiny ass, hand and foot for all 3 of those days, without a single complaint.  I also didn’t see *him* cleaning a G*d damned thing!  I don’t have a clue what he’s being such a dickwipe about, the laundry is done, the dishes are done, the bed was made, counters wiped, etc, etc, etc, on into the sunset.  Not to mention that the kids got to school & back, and dinner was done on time.

A word of advice?  Get rid of dickwad. Uh, not in the permanent termination sense of the word, but in the physical and emotional sense. I can’t imagine living under those restrictions (again).  In fact, I won’t (ever again).  I felt like I’d escaped a prison when I took my son, dog, computer, car and a few clothes and disappeared.  I didn’t know how to relax for a long time, I was so used to being judged and put down.  There’s no need to live like that.  But, that’s just my opinion since I’m very cynical about controling and verbally abusive spouses.  I will NOT live lke that again. You have all my support and sympathy.  I’ve been there, done that.  But not for the past six, glorious years! *hugs* BinnieBee – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – The only thing I could possibly see that he’d have to bitch about is I haven’t vacuumed since Monday, and the kitchen floor needs mopping (it’s raining & muddy, and bigdog had to actually PEE a couple of times today, and actually WENT OUTSIDE to do it, and then CAME BACK IN afterwords).  <GASP! So I didn’t mop after I imperfectly wiped his feet at the door *every* time Oh, and the boy-child apparently has a report that is due *tomorrow* that he *hasn’t even started*, and somehow that’s MY fault!!!  Nevermind the fact that I asked the kid point-blank yesterday "have you been working on your report?".  He answered "YES, I’m just about done with the rough draft, and I’ll type it tomorrow".  Oh yeah, the kid lies to my face (sweetly, and with a smile), and that makes me a BAD MOM!!!!  The FUCK it does!!!!!!  It makes the kid a damned LIAR!!!!!  And it makes me so flipping angry, it’s not even funny, and because I’m angry at the boy, I’M A BAD MOM FOR THAT TOO!!!!! And if all that’s not bad enough, he made an ass out of himself in front of up and skin him alive vvveeerrryyy ssslllooowwwlllyyy!!!  Cocksucker. So you may notice the conspicuous absence of SHEL THE BAD MOM AND SUCKY HOUSEKEEPER, CRAPPY HOMEWORK SUPERVISOR, AND BBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDD Anyway, I didn’t want you all to worry about me, I’m fine, I’m just going to humor buttface and cut down the time I spend online for a few days.  I’m going to clean the house until you can eat off of the fucking floor, and then I’m going to make him do it!!!!! As a matter of fact, I think I’ll feed him out of bigdog’s bowl.  Bigdog can eat at the table with the rest of the civilized beings in this house. Okay, that’s a little better.  Sorry for yelling at you guys, I knew you’d understand.  I’m going to sleep (on the couch, of course), so I can get up early, take the kids to school, go to the grocery store, and clean the Oh, just in case you were wondering: Hugs, Shel (if I didn’t smoke tonight- and I didn’t-, I’ll NEVER smoke again) *M+* No*Embers One month, one day, 15 hours, 2 minutes and 9 seconds. 948 cigarettes not smoked, saving $142.32. Life saved: 3 days, 7 hours, 0 minutes.

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Hi all, I’m a mess.  I’m having a rotten evening/night.  DH decided to be an fucking ass tonight, and we got in a huge fight (don’t worry, he’d never, ever hit me, I’d kill him, and he knows it).  After spending 2 hours screaming, yelling, cussing, slamming doors, and breaking 2 plates that were in the sink (my new ones, the dick), the fight’s over.  Why is it over? Did we make up?  No, of course not!  He’s gone to sleep, like everything’s hunky-dory!  Well, it’s NOT!  I’m sad, I’m crying, and I’m still fucking pissed, and he’s snoozing away.  How the FUCK can men DO that?!  (no offense to all you nice guys here on AS3)

No question about it… that’s a *10* Blowing you a big KISS and a sending a large HUG. Us men are dicks at times – because we *have* dicks and have a tendency to use them to think with when we think we are under stress. I have absolutely no idea what a big blow-up at home is like. Someone asked us recently why they had never seen or heard of us (DW and I) having a row. "That’s because we never have, in almost twenty five years of being together". We attribute it to being lilly-livered, non-confrontational, stiff-upper-lip British types who, when pissed off with each other will – when pushed – perhaps throw a savage "look" or two. Although you have a bad feeling right now, I’m sure you are better off getting the air clear on one shot like that; keeping all that emotion pent up must be bad for one really. Anyway – you have felt aggrieved, put-upon, and abused – and didn’t reach for the old escape; so you can spite him by winning complete victory over the moral high-ground – "Hey yeah, but despite all your shit Mr, I didn’t smoke – so *I* win – nyaa nyaa nya nyaa…" — Succorso OF

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Okay, that’s a little better.  Sorry for yelling at you guys, I knew you’d understand.  I’m going to sleep (on the couch, of course), so I can get up early, take the kids to school, go to the grocery store, and clean the

No apology needed *10* steveb

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wooohoooo, Shel…..this is one rant to be admired.  Reminds me a lot of Kathleen back in her early days except I don’t see ‘fuckity fuck’ in there. I would still rate this one a ‘10′ because I felt like ranting right along with you and I ‘felt’ the pain/anger you were feeling when you posted this. Hope things are going better.  If DH continues to be a DH in the worst sense of the word, maybe he’d like to share a room with my DH who IS a DH in the worst sense of the word at the moment…..ggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr……. Sally

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Hi all, I’m a mess.  I’m having a rotten evening/night.  DH decided to be an fucking ass tonight, and we got in a huge fight (don’t worry, he’d never, ever hit me, I’d kill him, and he knows it).  After spending 2 hours screaming, yelling, cussing, slamming doors, and breaking 2 plates that were in the sink (my new ones, the dick), the fight’s over.  Why is it over? Did we make up?  No, of course not!  He’s gone to sleep, like everything’s hunky-dory!  Well, it’s NOT!  I’m sad, I’m crying, and I’m still fucking pissed, and he’s snoozing away.  How the FUCK can men DO that?!  (no offense to all you nice guys here on AS3) Anyway, part of it was that I’m spending too much time on the computer and not enough time cleaning.  Funny, he’s had the flu for 3 days, and has slept all but about 5 hours of those days, but he knows what *I’ve* been doing?! I waited on his whiny ass, hand and foot for all 3 of those days, without a single complaint.  I also didn’t see *him* cleaning a G*d damned thing!  I don’t have a clue what he’s being such a dickwipe about, the laundry is done, the dishes are done, the bed was made, counters wiped, etc, etc, etc, on into the sunset.  Not to mention that the kids got to school & back, and dinner was done on time. The only thing I could possibly see that he’d have to bitch about is I haven’t vacuumed since Monday, and the kitchen floor needs mopping (it’s raining & muddy, and bigdog had to actually PEE a couple of times today, and actually WENT OUTSIDE to do it, and then CAME BACK IN afterwords). <GASP! So I didn’t mop after I imperfectly wiped his feet at the door *every* time Oh, and the boy-child apparently has a report that is due *tomorrow* that he *hasn’t even started*, and somehow that’s MY fault!!!  Nevermind the fact that I asked the kid point-blank yesterday "have you been working on your report?".  He answered "YES, I’m just about done with the rough draft, and I’ll type it tomorrow".  Oh yeah, the kid lies to my face (sweetly, and with a smile), and that makes me a BAD MOM!!!!  The FUCK it does!!!!!!  It makes the kid a damned LIAR!!!!!  And it makes me so flipping angry, it’s not even funny, and because I’m angry at the boy, I’M A BAD MOM FOR THAT TOO!!!!! And if all that’s not bad enough, he made an ass out of himself in front of up and skin him alive vvveeerrryyy ssslllooowwwlllyyy!!!  Cocksucker. So you may notice the conspicuous absence of SHEL THE BAD MOM AND SUCKY HOUSEKEEPER, CRAPPY HOMEWORK SUPERVISOR, AND BBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDD days. Anyway, I didn’t want you all to worry about me, I’m fine, I’m just going to humor buttface and cut down the time I spend online for a few days.  I’m going to clean the house until you can eat off of the fucking floor, and then I’m going to make him do it!!!!! As a matter of fact, I think I’ll feed him out of bigdog’s bowl.  Bigdog can eat at the table with the rest of the civilized beings in this house. Okay, that’s a little better.  Sorry for yelling at you guys, I knew you’d understand.  I’m going to sleep (on the couch, of course), so I can get up early, take the kids to school, go to the grocery store, and clean the Oh, just in case you were wondering: Hugs, Shel (if I didn’t smoke tonight- and I didn’t-, I’ll NEVER smoke again) *M+* No*Embers One month, one day, 15 hours, 2 minutes and 9 seconds. 948 cigarettes not smoked, saving $142.32. Life saved: 3 days, 7 hours, 0 minutes.

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OMG!  I solemnly pass on the scepter to the new wicked awesome Rantress!  May she reign until the …  heathens buy her a romba or whatever that little vacuum thing is called. I give it a 10.  This is unheard of since you didn’t use the "fuckity fuck" phrase. I work 3 days a week, and you can tell when I book more of my time.  I can’t work that much and also cook, clean, and take care of myself. Taking care of myself includes 2 12-step program meetings, Weight Watchers on Monday, and a bible study.  All in addition to my weekly church group meeting and a new ministry I am going into – which will require 3 hours every Friday night.  With just one kiddo here (all the time – the older one just comes every other weekend) it is not so hard to keep somewhat clean, but forget me constantly picking up after them.  They just have to start doing their share, in this house. With hope and heart, Kathleen — The Road goes ever on and on Down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can, Pursuing it with eager feet, Until it joins some larger way Where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say.   ~ J.R.R.  Tolkien

: Hi all, I’m a mess.  I’m having a rotten evening/night.  DH decided to be an : fucking ass tonight, and we got in a huge fight (don’t worry, he’d never, : ever hit me, I’d kill him, and he knows it).  After spending 2 hours : screaming, yelling, cussing, slamming doors, and breaking 2 plates that were : in the sink (my new ones, the dick), the fight’s over.  Why is it over?  Did : we make up?  No, of course not!  He’s gone to sleep, like everything’s : hunky-dory!  Well, it’s NOT!  I’m sad, I’m crying, and I’m still fucking : pissed, and he’s snoozing away.  How the FUCK can men DO that?!  (no offense : to all you nice guys here on AS3) : : Anyway, part of it was that I’m spending too much time on the computer and : not enough time cleaning.  Funny, he’s had the flu for 3 days, and has slept : all but about 5 hours of those days, but he knows what *I’ve* been doing?! : I waited on his whiny ass, hand and foot for all 3 of those days, without a : single complaint.  I also didn’t see *him* cleaning a G*d damned thing!  I : don’t have a clue what he’s being such a dickwipe about, the laundry is : done, the dishes are done, the bed was made, counters wiped, etc, etc, etc, : on into the sunset.  Not to mention that the kids got to school & back, and : dinner was done on time. : : The only thing I could possibly see that he’d have to bitch about is I : haven’t vacuumed since Monday, and the kitchen floor needs mopping (it’s : raining & muddy, and bigdog had to actually PEE a couple of times today, and : actually WENT OUTSIDE to do it, and then CAME BACK IN afterwords). <GASP! : So I didn’t mop after I imperfectly wiped his feet at the door *every* time : : Oh, and the boy-child apparently has a report that is due *tomorrow* that he : *hasn’t even started*, and somehow that’s MY fault!!!  Nevermind the fact : that I asked the kid point-blank yesterday "have you been working on your : report?".  He answered "YES, I’m just about done with the rough draft, and : I’ll type it tomorrow".  Oh yeah, the kid lies to my face (sweetly, and with : a smile), and that makes me a BAD MOM!!!!  The FUCK it does!!!!!! It makes : the kid a damned LIAR!!!!!  And it makes me so flipping angry, it’s not even : funny, and because I’m angry at the boy, I’M A BAD MOM FOR THAT TOO!!!!! : : And if all that’s not bad enough, he made an ass out of himself in front of string him : up and skin him alive vvveeerrryyy ssslllooowwwlllyyy!!! Cocksucker. : : So you may notice the conspicuous absence of SHEL THE BAD MOM AND SUCKY : HOUSEKEEPER, CRAPPY HOMEWORK SUPERVISOR, AND BBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDD few days. : Anyway, I didn’t want you all to worry about me, I’m fine, I’m just going to : humor buttface and cut down the time I spend online for a few days. I’m : going to clean the house until you can eat off of the fucking floor, and : then I’m going to make him do it!!!!! : : As a matter of fact, I think I’ll feed him out of bigdog’s bowl. Bigdog can : eat at the table with the rest of the civilized beings in this house. : : Okay, that’s a little better.  Sorry for yelling at you guys, I knew you’d : understand.  I’m going to sleep (on the couch, of course), so I can get up : early, take the kids to school, go to the grocery store, and clean the : : Oh, just in case you were wondering: : Hugs, : Shel (if I didn’t smoke tonight- and I didn’t-, I’ll NEVER smoke again) : *M+* : No*Embers : One month, one day, 15 hours, 2 minutes and 9 seconds. 948 cigarettes not : smoked, saving $142.32. Life saved: 3 days, 7 hours, 0 minutes. : :

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Hope you’ll be ok soon. *hates fights.

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Hi, you can’t be a bad mum, since it seems to me like you’re pretty concerned about your children, the household, … I hope DH (damned husband) gets of your back. Take care and don’t smoke! Oh, and be sure to come back…. Good rant, by the way. 9.9 from the Belgian judge. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Hi all, I’m a mess.  I’m having a rotten evening/night.  DH decided to be an fucking ass tonight, and we got in a huge fight (don’t worry, he’d never, ever hit me, I’d kill him, and he knows it).  After spending 2 hours screaming, yelling, cussing, slamming doors, and breaking 2 plates that were in the sink (my new ones, the dick), the fight’s over.  Why is it over?  Did we make up?  No, of course not!  He’s gone to sleep, like everything’s hunky-dory!  Well, it’s NOT!  I’m sad, I’m crying, and I’m still fucking pissed, and he’s snoozing away.  How the FUCK can men DO that?!  (no offense to all you nice guys here on AS3) Anyway, part of it was that I’m spending too much time on the computer and not enough time cleaning.  Funny, he’s had the flu for 3 days, and has slept all but about 5 hours of those days, but he knows what *I’ve* been doing?! I waited on his whiny ass, hand and foot for all 3 of those days, without a single complaint.  I also didn’t see *him* cleaning a G*d damned thing!  I don’t have a clue what he’s being such a dickwipe about, the laundry is done, the dishes are done, the bed was made, counters wiped, etc, etc, etc, on into the sunset.  Not to mention that the kids got to school & back, and dinner was done on time. The only thing I could possibly see that he’d have to bitch about is I haven’t vacuumed since Monday, and the kitchen floor needs mopping (it’s raining & muddy, and bigdog had to actually PEE a couple of times today, and actually WENT OUTSIDE to do it, and then CAME BACK IN afterwords).  <GASP! So I didn’t mop after I imperfectly wiped his feet at the door *every* time Oh, and the boy-child apparently has a report that is due *tomorrow* that he *hasn’t even started*, and somehow that’s MY fault!!!  Nevermind the fact that I asked the kid point-blank yesterday "have you been working on your report?".  He answered "YES, I’m just about done with the rough draft, and I’ll type it tomorrow".  Oh yeah, the kid lies to my face (sweetly, and with a smile), and that makes me a BAD MOM!!!!  The FUCK it does!!!!!!  It makes the kid a damned LIAR!!!!!  And it makes me so flipping angry, it’s not even funny, and because I’m angry at the boy, I’M A BAD MOM FOR THAT TOO!!!!! And if all that’s not bad enough, he made an ass out of himself in front of up and skin him alive vvveeerrryyy ssslllooowwwlllyyy!!!  Cocksucker. So you may notice the conspicuous absence of SHEL THE BAD MOM AND SUCKY HOUSEKEEPER, CRAPPY HOMEWORK SUPERVISOR, AND BBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDD Anyway, I didn’t want you all to worry about me, I’m fine, I’m just going to humor buttface and cut down the time I spend online for a few days.  I’m going to clean the house until you can eat off of the fucking floor, and then I’m going to make him do it!!!!! As a matter of fact, I think I’ll feed him out of bigdog’s bowl.  Bigdog can eat at the table with the rest of the civilized beings in this house. Okay, that’s a little better.  Sorry for yelling at you guys, I knew you’d understand.  I’m going to sleep (on the couch, of course), so I can get up early, take the kids to school, go to the grocery store, and clean the Oh, just in case you were wondering: Hugs, Shel (if I didn’t smoke tonight- and I didn’t-, I’ll NEVER smoke again) *M+* No*Embers One month, one day, 15 hours, 2 minutes and 9 seconds. 948 cigarettes not smoked, saving $142.32. Life saved: 3 days, 7 hours, 0 minutes.

– Meterless Mike

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{{{Shel}}} Goodness! That was just…one of the best rants I’ve ever read. Here’s to hubby getting his act together! JulieB.

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Hi all, I’m a mess.  I’m having a rotten evening/night.  DH decided to be an fucking ass tonight, and we got in a huge fight (don’t worry, he’d never, ever hit me, I’d kill him, and he knows it). After spending 2 hours screaming, yelling, cussing, slamming doors, and breaking 2 plates that were in the sink (my new ones, the dick), the fight’s over.  Why is it over?  Did we make up?  No, of course not!  He’s gone to sleep, like everything’s hunky-dory!  Well, it’s NOT!  I’m sad, I’m crying, and I’m still fucking pissed, and he’s snoozing away.  How the FUCK can men DO that?!  (no offense to all you nice guys here on AS3) Anyway, part of it was that I’m spending too much time on the computer and not enough time cleaning.  Funny, he’s had the flu for 3 days, and has slept all but about 5 hours of those days, but he knows what *I’ve* been doing?! I waited on his whiny ass, hand and foot for all 3 of those days, without a single complaint.  I also didn’t see *him* cleaning a G*d damned thing!  I don’t have a clue what he’s being such a dickwipe about, the laundry is done, the dishes are done, the bed was made, counters wiped, etc, etc, etc, on into the sunset.  Not to mention that the kids got to school & back, and dinner was done on time. The only thing I could possibly see that he’d have to bitch about is I haven’t vacuumed since Monday, and the kitchen floor needs mopping (it’s raining & muddy, and bigdog had to actually PEE a couple of times today, and actually WENT OUTSIDE to do it, and then CAME BACK IN afterwords).  <GASP! So I didn’t mop after I imperfectly wiped Oh, and the boy-child apparently has a report that is due *tomorrow* that he *hasn’t even started*, and somehow that’s MY fault!!! Nevermind the fact that I asked the kid point-blank yesterday "have you been working on your report?".  He answered "YES, I’m just about done with the rough draft, and I’ll type it tomorrow".  Oh yeah, the kid lies to my face (sweetly, and with a smile), and that makes me a BAD MOM!!!!  The FUCK it does!!!!!!  It makes the kid a damned LIAR!!!!!  And it makes me so flipping angry, it’s not even funny, and because I’m angry at the boy, I’M A BAD MOM FOR THAT TOO!!!!! And if all that’s not bad enough, he made an ass out of himself in to string him up and skin him alive vvveeerrryyy ssslllooowwwlllyyy!!!  Cocksucker. So you may notice the conspicuous absence of SHEL THE BAD MOM AND SUCKY HOUSEKEEPER, CRAPPY HOMEWORK SUPERVISOR, AND BBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDD PERSONAL SLAVE TO FUCKFACE THE you all to worry about me, I’m fine, I’m just going to humor buttface and cut down the time I spend online for a few days.  I’m going to clean the house until you can eat off of the fucking floor, and then I’m going to make him do it!!!!! As a matter of fact, I think I’ll feed him out of bigdog’s bowl. Bigdog can eat at the table with the rest of the civilized beings in this house. Okay, that’s a little better.  Sorry for yelling at you guys, I knew you’d understand.  I’m going to sleep (on the couch, of course), so I can get up early, take the kids to school, go to the grocery store, Oh, just in case you were wondering: Hugs, Shel (if I didn’t smoke tonight- and I didn’t-, I’ll NEVER smoke again) *M+* No*Embers One month, one day, 15 hours, 2 minutes and 9 seconds. 948 cigarettes not smoked, saving $142.32. Life saved: 3 days, 7 hours, 0 minutes.

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Hi all, I’m a mess.  I’m having a rotten evening/night.  DH decided to be an fucking ass tonight, and we got in a huge fight (don’t worry, he’d never, ever hit me, I’d kill him, and he knows it).  After spending 2 hours screaming, yelling, cussing, slamming doors, and breaking 2 plates that were in the sink (my new ones, the dick), the fight’s over.  Why is it over?  Did we make up?  No, of course not!  He’s gone to sleep, like everything’s hunky-dory!  Well, it’s NOT!  I’m sad, I’m crying, and I’m still fucking pissed, and he’s snoozing away.  How the FUCK can men DO that?!  (no offense to all you nice guys here on AS3) Anyway, part of it was that I’m spending too much time on the computer and not enough time cleaning.  Funny, he’s had the flu for 3 days, and has slept all but about 5 hours of those days, but he knows what *I’ve* been doing?! I waited on his whiny ass, hand and foot for all 3 of those days, without a single complaint.  I also didn’t see *him* cleaning a G*d damned thing!  I don’t have a clue what he’s being such a dickwipe about, the laundry is done, the dishes are done, the bed was made, counters wiped, etc, etc, etc, on into the sunset.  Not to mention that the kids got to school & back, and dinner was done on time. The only thing I could possibly see that he’d have to bitch about is I haven’t vacuumed since Monday, and the kitchen floor needs mopping (it’s raining & muddy, and bigdog had to actually PEE a couple of times today, and actually WENT OUTSIDE to do it, and then CAME BACK IN afterwords).  <GASP! So I didn’t mop after I imperfectly wiped his feet at the door *every* time Oh, and the boy-child apparently has a report that is due *tomorrow* that he *hasn’t even started*, and somehow that’s MY fault!!!  Nevermind the fact that I asked the kid point-blank yesterday "have you been working on your report?".  He answered "YES, I’m just about done with the rough draft, and I’ll type it tomorrow".  Oh yeah, the kid lies to my face (sweetly, and with a smile), and that makes me a BAD MOM!!!!  The FUCK it does!!!!!!  It makes the kid a damned LIAR!!!!!  And it makes me so flipping angry, it’s not even funny, and because I’m angry at the boy, I’M A BAD MOM FOR THAT TOO!!!!! And if all that’s not bad enough, he made an ass out of himself in front of up and skin him alive vvveeerrryyy ssslllooowwwlllyyy!!!  Cocksucker. So you may notice the conspicuous absence of SHEL THE BAD MOM AND SUCKY HOUSEKEEPER, CRAPPY HOMEWORK SUPERVISOR, AND BBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDD Anyway, I didn’t want you all to worry about me, I’m fine, I’m just going to humor buttface and cut down the time I spend online for a few days.  I’m going to clean the house until you can eat off of the fucking floor, and then I’m going to make him do it!!!!! As a matter of fact, I think I’ll feed him out of bigdog’s bowl.  Bigdog can eat at the table with the rest of the civilized beings in this house. Okay, that’s a little better.  Sorry for yelling at you guys, I knew you’d understand.  I’m going to sleep (on the couch, of course), so I can get up early, take the kids to school, go to the grocery store, and clean the Oh, just in case you were wondering: Hugs, Shel (if I didn’t smoke tonight- and I didn’t-, I’ll NEVER smoke again) *M+* No*Embers One month, one day, 15 hours, 2 minutes and 9 seconds. 948 cigarettes not smoked, saving $142.32. Life saved: 3 days, 7 hours, 0 minutes.

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Hi all, I’m a mess.  I’m having a rotten evening/night.  DH decided to be an fucking ass tonight, and we got in a huge fight (don’t worry, he’d never, ever hit me, I’d kill him, and he knows it).  After spending 2 hours screaming, yelling, cussing, slamming doors, and breaking 2 plates that were in the sink (my new ones, the dick), the fight’s over.  Why is it over?  Did we make up?  No, of course not!  He’s gone to sleep, like everything’s hunky-dory!  Well, it’s NOT!  I’m sad, I’m crying, and I’m still fucking pissed, and he’s snoozing away.  How the FUCK can men DO that?!  (no offense to all you nice guys here on AS3) Anyway, part of it was that I’m spending too much time on the computer and not enough time cleaning.  Funny, he’s had the flu for 3 days, and has slept all but about 5 hours of those days, but he knows what *I’ve* been doing?! I waited on his whiny ass, hand and foot for all 3 of those days, without a single complaint.  I also didn’t see *him* cleaning a G*d damned thing!  I don’t have a clue what he’s being such a dickwipe about, the laundry is done, the dishes are done, the bed was made, counters wiped, etc, etc, etc, on into the sunset.  Not to mention that the kids got to school & back, and dinner was done on time. The only thing I could possibly see that he’d have to bitch about is I haven’t vacuumed since Monday, and the kitchen floor needs mopping (it’s raining & muddy, and bigdog had to actually PEE a couple of times today, and actually WENT OUTSIDE to do it, and then CAME BACK IN afterwords).  <GASP! So I didn’t mop after I imperfectly wiped his feet at the door *every* time Oh, and the boy-child apparently has a report that is due *tomorrow* that he *hasn’t even started*, and somehow that’s MY fault!!!  Nevermind the fact that I asked the kid point-blank yesterday "have you been working on your report?".  He answered "YES, I’m just about done with the rough draft, and I’ll type it tomorrow".  Oh yeah, the kid lies to my face (sweetly, and with a smile), and that makes me a BAD MOM!!!!  The FUCK it does!!!!!!  It makes the kid a damned LIAR!!!!!  And it makes me so flipping angry, it’s not even funny, and because I’m angry at the boy, I’M A BAD MOM FOR THAT TOO!!!!! And if all that’s not bad enough, he made an ass out of himself in front of up and skin him alive vvveeerrryyy ssslllooowwwlllyyy!!!  Cocksucker. So you may notice the conspicuous absence of SHEL THE BAD MOM AND SUCKY HOUSEKEEPER, CRAPPY HOMEWORK SUPERVISOR, AND BBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDD Anyway, I didn’t want you all to worry about me, I’m fine, I’m just going to humor buttface and cut down the time I spend online for a few days.  I’m going to clean the house until you can eat off of the fucking floor, and then I’m going to make him do it!!!!! As a matter of fact, I think I’ll feed him out of bigdog’s bowl.  Bigdog can eat at the table with the rest of the civilized beings in this house. Okay, that’s a little better.  Sorry for yelling at you guys, I knew you’d understand.  I’m going to sleep (on the couch, of course), so I can get up early, take the kids to school, go to the grocery store, and clean the Oh, just in case you were wondering: Hugs, Shel (if I didn’t smoke tonight- and I didn’t-, I’ll NEVER smoke again) *M+* No*Embers One month, one day, 15 hours, 2 minutes and 9 seconds. 948 cigarettes not smoked, saving $142.32. Life saved: 3 days, 7 hours, 0 minutes.

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{{{Shel}}} Goodness! That was just…one of the best rants I’ve ever read. Here’s to hubby getting his act together! JulieB.

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Hi all, I’m a mess.  I’m having a rotten evening/night.  DH decided to be an fucking ass tonight, and we got in a huge fight (don’t worry, he’d never, ever hit me, I’d kill him, and he knows it). After spending 2 hours screaming, yelling, cussing, slamming doors, and breaking 2 plates that were in the sink (my new ones, the dick), the fight’s over.  Why is it over?  Did we make up?  No, of course not!  He’s gone to sleep, like everything’s hunky-dory!  Well, it’s NOT!  I’m sad, I’m crying, and I’m still fucking pissed, and he’s snoozing away.  How the FUCK can men DO that?!  (no offense to all you nice guys here on AS3) Anyway, part of it was that I’m spending too much time on the computer and not enough time cleaning.  Funny, he’s had the flu for 3 days, and has slept all but about 5 hours of those days, but he knows what *I’ve* been doing?! I waited on his whiny ass, hand and foot for all 3 of those days, without a single complaint.  I also didn’t see *him* cleaning a G*d damned thing!  I don’t have a clue what he’s being such a dickwipe about, the laundry is done, the dishes are done, the bed was made, counters wiped, etc, etc, etc, on into the sunset.  Not to mention that the kids got to school & back, and dinner was done on time. The only thing I could possibly see that he’d have to bitch about is I haven’t vacuumed since Monday, and the kitchen floor needs mopping (it’s raining & muddy, and bigdog had to actually PEE a couple of times today, and actually WENT OUTSIDE to do it, and then CAME BACK IN afterwords).  <GASP! So I didn’t mop after I imperfectly wiped Oh, and the boy-child apparently has a report that is due *tomorrow* that he *hasn’t even started*, and somehow that’s MY fault!!! Nevermind the fact that I asked the kid point-blank yesterday "have you been working on your report?".  He answered "YES, I’m just about done with the rough draft, and I’ll type it tomorrow".  Oh yeah, the kid lies to my face (sweetly, and with a smile), and that makes me a BAD MOM!!!!  The FUCK it does!!!!!!  It makes the kid a damned LIAR!!!!!  And it makes me so flipping angry, it’s not even funny, and because I’m angry at the boy, I’M A BAD MOM FOR THAT TOO!!!!! And if all that’s not bad enough, he made an ass out of himself in to string him up and skin him alive vvveeerrryyy ssslllooowwwlllyyy!!!  Cocksucker. So you may notice the conspicuous absence of SHEL THE BAD MOM AND SUCKY HOUSEKEEPER, CRAPPY HOMEWORK SUPERVISOR, AND BBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDD PERSONAL SLAVE TO FUCKFACE THE you all to worry about me, I’m fine, I’m just going to humor buttface and cut down the time I spend online for a few days.  I’m going to clean the house until you can eat off of the fucking floor, and then I’m going to make him do it!!!!! As a matter of fact, I think I’ll feed him out of bigdog’s bowl. Bigdog can eat at the table with the rest of the civilized beings in this house. Okay, that’s a little better.  Sorry for yelling at you guys, I knew you’d understand.  I’m going to sleep (on the couch, of course), so I can get up early, take the kids to school, go to the grocery store, Oh, just in case you were wondering: Hugs, Shel (if I didn’t smoke tonight- and I didn’t-, I’ll NEVER smoke again) *M+* No*Embers One month, one day, 15 hours, 2 minutes and 9 seconds. 948 cigarettes not smoked, saving $142.32. Life saved: 3 days, 7 hours, 0 minutes.

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Hope you’ll be ok soon. *hates fights.

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Hi, you can’t be a bad mum, since it seems to me like you’re pretty concerned about your children, the household, … I hope DH (damned husband) gets of your back. Take care and don’t smoke! Oh, and be sure to come back…. Good rant, by the way. 9.9 from the Belgian judge. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Hi all, I’m a mess.  I’m having a rotten evening/night.  DH decided to be an fucking ass tonight, and we got in a huge fight (don’t worry, he’d never, ever hit me, I’d kill him, and he knows it).  After spending 2 hours screaming, yelling, cussing, slamming doors, and breaking 2 plates that were in the sink (my new ones, the dick), the fight’s over.  Why is it over?  Did we make up?  No, of course not!  He’s gone to sleep, like everything’s hunky-dory!  Well, it’s NOT!  I’m sad, I’m crying, and I’m still fucking pissed, and he’s snoozing away.  How the FUCK can men DO that?!  (no offense to all you nice guys here on AS3) Anyway, part of it was that I’m spending too much time on the computer and not enough time cleaning.  Funny, he’s had the flu for 3 days, and has slept all but about 5 hours of those days, but he knows what *I’ve* been doing?! I waited on his whiny ass, hand and foot for all 3 of those days, without a single complaint.  I also didn’t see *him* cleaning a G*d damned thing!  I don’t have a clue what he’s being such a dickwipe about, the laundry is done, the dishes are done, the bed was made, counters wiped, etc, etc, etc, on into the sunset.  Not to mention that the kids got to school & back, and dinner was done on time. The only thing I could possibly see that he’d have to bitch about is I haven’t vacuumed since Monday, and the kitchen floor needs mopping (it’s raining & muddy, and bigdog had to actually PEE a couple of times today, and actually WENT OUTSIDE to do it, and then CAME BACK IN afterwords).  <GASP! So I didn’t mop after I imperfectly wiped his feet at the door *every* time Oh, and the boy-child apparently has a report that is due *tomorrow* that he *hasn’t even started*, and somehow that’s MY fault!!!  Nevermind the fact that I asked the kid point-blank yesterday "have you been working on your report?".  He answered "YES, I’m just about done with the rough draft, and I’ll type it tomorrow".  Oh yeah, the kid lies to my face (sweetly, and with a smile), and that makes me a BAD MOM!!!!  The FUCK it does!!!!!!  It makes the kid a damned LIAR!!!!!  And it makes me so flipping angry, it’s not even funny, and because I’m angry at the boy, I’M A BAD MOM FOR THAT TOO!!!!! And if all that’s not bad enough, he made an ass out of himself in front of up and skin him alive vvveeerrryyy ssslllooowwwlllyyy!!!  Cocksucker. So you may notice the conspicuous absence of SHEL THE BAD MOM AND SUCKY HOUSEKEEPER, CRAPPY HOMEWORK SUPERVISOR, AND BBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDD Anyway, I didn’t want you all to worry about me, I’m fine, I’m just going to humor buttface and cut down the time I spend online for a few days.  I’m going to clean the house until you can eat off of the fucking floor, and then I’m going to make him do it!!!!! As a matter of fact, I think I’ll feed him out of bigdog’s bowl.  Bigdog can eat at the table with the rest of the civilized beings in this house. Okay, that’s a little better.  Sorry for yelling at you guys, I knew you’d understand.  I’m going to sleep (on the couch, of course), so I can get up early, take the kids to school, go to the grocery store, and clean the Oh, just in case you were wondering: Hugs, Shel (if I didn’t smoke tonight- and I didn’t-, I’ll NEVER smoke again) *M+* No*Embers One month, one day, 15 hours, 2 minutes and 9 seconds. 948 cigarettes not smoked, saving $142.32. Life saved: 3 days, 7 hours, 0 minutes.

– Meterless Mike

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OMG!  I solemnly pass on the scepter to the new wicked awesome Rantress!  May she reign until the …  heathens buy her a romba or whatever that little vacuum thing is called. I give it a 10.  This is unheard of since you didn’t use the "fuckity fuck" phrase. I work 3 days a week, and you can tell when I book more of my time.  I can’t work that much and also cook, clean, and take care of myself. Taking care of myself includes 2 12-step program meetings, Weight Watchers on Monday, and a bible study.  All in addition to my weekly church group meeting and a new ministry I am going into – which will require 3 hours every Friday night.  With just one kiddo here (all the time – the older one just comes every other weekend) it is not so hard to keep somewhat clean, but forget me constantly picking up after them.  They just have to start doing their share, in this house. With hope and heart, Kathleen — The Road goes ever on and on Down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can, Pursuing it with eager feet, Until it joins some larger way Where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say.   ~ J.R.R.  Tolkien

: Hi all, I’m a mess.  I’m having a rotten evening/night.  DH decided to be an : fucking ass tonight, and we got in a huge fight (don’t worry, he’d never, : ever hit me, I’d kill him, and he knows it).  After spending 2 hours : screaming, yelling, cussing, slamming doors, and breaking 2 plates that were : in the sink (my new ones, the dick), the fight’s over.  Why is it over?  Did : we make up?  No, of course not!  He’s gone to sleep, like everything’s : hunky-dory!  Well, it’s NOT!  I’m sad, I’m crying, and I’m still fucking : pissed, and he’s snoozing away.  How the FUCK can men DO that?!  (no offense : to all you nice guys here on AS3) : : Anyway, part of it was that I’m spending too much time on the computer and : not enough time cleaning.  Funny, he’s had the flu for 3 days, and has slept : all but about 5 hours of those days, but he knows what *I’ve* been doing?! : I waited on his whiny ass, hand and foot for all 3 of those days, without a : single complaint.  I also didn’t see *him* cleaning a G*d damned thing!  I : don’t have a clue what he’s being such a dickwipe about, the laundry is : done, the dishes are done, the bed was made, counters wiped, etc, etc, etc, : on into the sunset.  Not to mention that the kids got to school & back, and : dinner was done on time. : : The only thing I could possibly see that he’d have to bitch about is I : haven’t vacuumed since Monday, and the kitchen floor needs mopping (it’s : raining & muddy, and bigdog had to actually PEE a couple of times today, and : actually WENT OUTSIDE to do it, and then CAME BACK IN afterwords). <GASP! : So I didn’t mop after I imperfectly wiped his feet at the door *every* time : : Oh, and the boy-child apparently has a report that is due *tomorrow* that he : *hasn’t even started*, and somehow that’s MY fault!!!  Nevermind the fact : that I asked the kid point-blank yesterday "have you been working on your : report?".  He answered "YES, I’m just about done with the rough draft, and : I’ll type it tomorrow".  Oh yeah, the kid lies to my face (sweetly, and with : a smile), and that makes me a BAD MOM!!!!  The FUCK it does!!!!!! It makes : the kid a damned LIAR!!!!!  And it makes me so flipping angry, it’s not even : funny, and because I’m angry at the boy, I’M A BAD MOM FOR THAT TOO!!!!! : : And if all that’s not bad enough, he made an ass out of himself in front of string him : up and skin him alive vvveeerrryyy ssslllooowwwlllyyy!!! Cocksucker. : : So you may notice the conspicuous absence of SHEL THE BAD MOM AND SUCKY : HOUSEKEEPER, CRAPPY HOMEWORK SUPERVISOR, AND BBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDD few days. : Anyway, I didn’t want you all to worry about me, I’m fine, I’m just going to : humor buttface and cut down the time I spend online for a few days. I’m : going to clean the house until you can eat off of the fucking floor, and : then I’m going to make him do it!!!!! : : As a matter of fact, I think I’ll feed him out of bigdog’s bowl. Bigdog can : eat at the table with the rest of the civilized beings in this house. : : Okay, that’s a little better.  Sorry for yelling at you guys, I knew you’d : understand.  I’m going to sleep (on the couch, of course), so I can get up : early, take the kids to school, go to the grocery store, and clean the : : Oh, just in case you were wondering: : Hugs, : Shel (if I didn’t smoke tonight- and I didn’t-, I’ll NEVER smoke again) : *M+* : No*Embers : One month, one day, 15 hours, 2 minutes and 9 seconds. 948 cigarettes not : smoked, saving $142.32. Life saved: 3 days, 7 hours, 0 minutes. : :

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Okay, that’s a little better.  Sorry for yelling at you guys, I knew you’d understand.  I’m going to sleep (on the couch, of course), so I can get up early, take the kids to school, go to the grocery store, and clean the

No apology needed *10* steveb

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wooohoooo, Shel…..this is one rant to be admired.  Reminds me a lot of Kathleen back in her early days except I don’t see ‘fuckity fuck’ in there. I would still rate this one a ‘10′ because I felt like ranting right along with you and I ‘felt’ the pain/anger you were feeling when you posted this. Hope things are going better.  If DH continues to be a DH in the worst sense of the word, maybe he’d like to share a room with my DH who IS a DH in the worst sense of the word at the moment…..ggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr……. Sally

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Hi all, I’m a mess.  I’m having a rotten evening/night.  DH decided to be an fucking ass tonight, and we got in a huge fight (don’t worry, he’d never, ever hit me, I’d kill him, and he knows it).  After spending 2 hours screaming, yelling, cussing, slamming doors, and breaking 2 plates that were in the sink (my new ones, the dick), the fight’s over.  Why is it over? Did we make up?  No, of course not!  He’s gone to sleep, like everything’s hunky-dory!  Well, it’s NOT!  I’m sad, I’m crying, and I’m still fucking pissed, and he’s snoozing away.  How the FUCK can men DO that?!  (no offense to all you nice guys here on AS3) Anyway, part of it was that I’m spending too much time on the computer and not enough time cleaning.  Funny, he’s had the flu for 3 days, and has slept all but about 5 hours of those days, but he knows what *I’ve* been doing?! I waited on his whiny ass, hand and foot for all 3 of those days, without a single complaint.  I also didn’t see *him* cleaning a G*d damned thing!  I don’t have a clue what he’s being such a dickwipe about, the laundry is done, the dishes are done, the bed was made, counters wiped, etc, etc, etc, on into the sunset.  Not to mention that the kids got to school & back, and dinner was done on time. The only thing I could possibly see that he’d have to bitch about is I haven’t vacuumed since Monday, and the kitchen floor needs mopping (it’s raining & muddy, and bigdog had to actually PEE a couple of times today, and actually WENT OUTSIDE to do it, and then CAME BACK IN afterwords). <GASP! So I didn’t mop after I imperfectly wiped his feet at the door *every* time Oh, and the boy-child apparently has a report that is due *tomorrow* that he *hasn’t even started*, and somehow that’s MY fault!!!  Nevermind the fact that I asked the kid point-blank yesterday "have you been working on your report?".  He answered "YES, I’m just about done with the rough draft, and I’ll type it tomorrow".  Oh yeah, the kid lies to my face (sweetly, and with a smile), and that makes me a BAD MOM!!!!  The FUCK it does!!!!!!  It makes the kid a damned LIAR!!!!!  And it makes me so flipping angry, it’s not even funny, and because I’m angry at the boy, I’M A BAD MOM FOR THAT TOO!!!!! And if all that’s not bad enough, he made an ass out of himself in front of up and skin him alive vvveeerrryyy ssslllooowwwlllyyy!!!  Cocksucker. So you may notice the conspicuous absence of SHEL THE BAD MOM AND SUCKY HOUSEKEEPER, CRAPPY HOMEWORK SUPERVISOR, AND BBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDD days. Anyway, I didn’t want you all to worry about me, I’m fine, I’m just going to humor buttface and cut down the time I spend online for a few days.  I’m going to clean the house until you can eat off of the fucking floor, and then I’m going to make him do it!!!!! As a matter of fact, I think I’ll feed him out of bigdog’s bowl.  Bigdog can eat at the table with the rest of the civilized beings in this house. Okay, that’s a little better.  Sorry for yelling at you guys, I knew you’d understand.  I’m going to sleep (on the couch, of course), so I can get up early, take the kids to school, go to the grocery store, and clean the Oh, just in case you were wondering: Hugs, Shel (if I didn’t smoke tonight- and I didn’t-, I’ll NEVER smoke again) *M+* No*Embers One month, one day, 15 hours, 2 minutes and 9 seconds. 948 cigarettes not smoked, saving $142.32. Life saved: 3 days, 7 hours, 0 minutes.

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OMG Shel….glad to see you didn’t hold back!  I can hear your frustration and I’m pissed at your DH and don’t even know him. AND if you didn’t smoke through that….you’re in control! You go girl!!! Annie *W* No*Embers 0y 1m 1d 8h 10m 33s Cigarettes not smoked… 626.8134 Life reclaimed (days)… 2.1764

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Hi all, I’m a mess.  I’m having a rotten evening/night.  DH decided to be an fucking ass tonight, and we got in a huge fight (don’t worry, he’d never, ever hit me, I’d kill him, and he knows it).  After spending 2 hours screaming, yelling, cussing, slamming doors, and breaking 2 plates that were in the sink (my new ones, the dick), the fight’s over.  Why is it over? Did we make up?  No, of course not!  He’s gone to sleep, like everything’s hunky-dory!  Well, it’s NOT!  I’m sad, I’m crying, and I’m still fucking pissed, and he’s snoozing away.  How the FUCK can men DO that?!  (no offense to all you nice guys here on AS3) Anyway, part of it was that I’m spending too much time on the computer and not enough time cleaning.  Funny, he’s had the flu for 3 days, and has slept all but about 5 hours of those days, but he knows what *I’ve* been doing?! I waited on his whiny ass, hand and foot for all 3 of those days, without a single complaint.  I also didn’t see *him* cleaning a G*d damned thing!  I don’t have a clue what he’s being such a dickwipe about, the laundry is done, the dishes are done, the bed was made, counters wiped, etc, etc, etc, on into the sunset.  Not to mention that the kids got to school & back, and dinner was done on time. The only thing I could possibly see that he’d have to bitch about is I haven’t vacuumed since Monday, and the kitchen floor needs mopping (it’s raining & muddy, and bigdog had to actually PEE a couple of times today, and actually WENT OUTSIDE to do it, and then CAME BACK IN afterwords). <GASP! So I didn’t mop after I imperfectly wiped his feet at the door *every* time Oh, and the boy-child apparently has a report that is due *tomorrow* that he *hasn’t even started*, and somehow that’s MY fault!!!  Nevermind the fact that I asked the kid point-blank yesterday "have you been working on your report?".  He answered "YES, I’m just about done with the rough draft, and I’ll type it tomorrow".  Oh yeah, the kid lies to my face (sweetly, and with a smile), and that makes me a BAD MOM!!!!  The FUCK it does!!!!!!  It makes the kid a damned LIAR!!!!!  And it makes me so flipping angry, it’s not even funny, and because I’m angry at the boy, I’M A BAD MOM FOR THAT TOO!!!!! And if all that’s not bad enough, he made an ass out of himself in front of up and skin him alive vvveeerrryyy ssslllooowwwlllyyy!!!  Cocksucker. So you may notice the conspicuous absence of SHEL THE BAD MOM AND SUCKY HOUSEKEEPER, CRAPPY HOMEWORK SUPERVISOR, AND BBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDD days. Anyway, I didn’t want you all to worry about me, I’m fine, I’m just going to humor buttface and cut down the time I spend online for a few days.  I’m going to clean the house until you can eat off of the fucking floor, and then I’m going to make him do it!!!!! As a matter of fact, I think I’ll feed him out of bigdog’s bowl.  Bigdog can eat at the table with the rest of the civilized beings in this house. Okay, that’s a little better.  Sorry for yelling at you guys, I knew you’d understand.  I’m going to sleep (on the couch, of course), so I can get up early, take the kids to school, go to the grocery store, and clean the Oh, just in case you were wondering: Hugs, Shel (if I didn’t smoke tonight- and I didn’t-, I’ll NEVER smoke again) *M+* No*Embers One month, one day, 15 hours, 2 minutes and 9 seconds. 948 cigarettes not smoked, saving $142.32. Life saved: 3 days, 7 hours, 0 minutes.

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This is one of the best rants I’ve ever seen here. I’ve been lurking for a few days and have not had a chance to post, so welcome back Shel, WOW! already a month done. As to why we can just go to sleep, I’ll answer that when you can tell me how woman can always sniff out the smallest chinks in the armor and exploit them to no end GregB Three years, eight months, one week, two days, 2 hours, 7 minutes and 29 seconds. 13480 cigarettes not smoked, saving $2,157.01. Life saved: 6 weeks, 4 days, 19 hours, 20 minutes.

Hi all, I’m a mess.  I’m having a rotten evening/night.  DH decided to be an fucking ass tonight, and we got in a huge fight (don’t worry, he’d never, ever hit me, I’d kill him, and he knows it).  After spending 2 hours screaming, yelling, cussing, slamming doors, and breaking 2 plates that were in the sink (my new ones, the dick), the fight’s over.  Why is it over? Did we make up?  No, of course not!  He’s gone to sleep, like everything’s hunky-dory!  Well, it’s NOT!  I’m sad, I’m crying, and I’m still fucking pissed, and he’s snoozing away.  How the FUCK can men DO that?!  (no offense to all you nice guys here on AS3)

Snipped for sake of bandwidth……. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Oh, just in case you were wondering: Hugs, Shel (if I didn’t smoke tonight- and I didn’t-, I’ll NEVER smoke again) *M+* No*Embers One month, one day, 15 hours, 2 minutes and 9 seconds. 948 cigarettes not smoked, saving $142.32. Life saved: 3 days, 7 hours, 0 minutes.

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Hi all, I’m a mess.  I’m having a rotten evening/night.  DH decided to be an fucking ass tonight, and we got in a huge fight (don’t worry, he’d never, ever hit me, I’d kill him, and he knows it).  After spending 2 hours screaming, yelling, cussing, slamming doors, and breaking 2 plates that were in the sink (my new ones, the dick), the fight’s over.  Why is it over? Did we make up?  No, of course not!  He’s gone to sleep, like everything’s hunky-dory!  Well, it’s NOT!  I’m sad, I’m crying, and I’m still fucking pissed, and he’s snoozing away.  How the FUCK can men DO that?!  (no offense to all you nice guys here on AS3)

No question about it… that’s a *10* Blowing you a big KISS and a sending a large HUG. Us men are dicks at times – because we *have* dicks and have a tendency to use them to think with when we think we are under stress. I have absolutely no idea what a big blow-up at home is like. Someone asked us recently why they had never seen or heard of us (DW and I) having a row. "That’s because we never have, in almost twenty five years of being together". We attribute it to being lilly-livered, non-confrontational, stiff-upper-lip British types who, when pissed off with each other will – when pushed – perhaps throw a savage "look" or two. Although you have a bad feeling right now, I’m sure you are better off getting the air clear on one shot like that; keeping all that emotion pent up must be bad for one really. Anyway – you have felt aggrieved, put-upon, and abused – and didn’t reach for the old escape; so you can spite him by winning complete victory over the moral high-ground – "Hey yeah, but despite all your shit Mr, I didn’t smoke – so *I* win – nyaa nyaa nya nyaa…" — Succorso OF

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Oh Shel, this was absolutely beautiful!!   You certainly know how to let it all hang out! But….food for thought….when some one is being an ungrateful dick, and can’t seem to appreciate all the stuff I do……I tend to go the other way…..and give em what they are accusing me of.  I can pretty much stop doing anything for someone soooo special.  After all, you wouldn’t want him to be made out to be a liar would you!!  And him sick and all…..po baby. Besides….girl, you need to take care of you too!!  Will staying away from the puter help you or hurt you??  Sumptin to tink about…… Not to mention we’d miss ya!! Ripley / stiring up trouble in Pink — Santa’s hard at work keepin out da shit!! Checked by AVG anti-virus system (http://www.grisoft.com).

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Hubby and I never saw eye to eye on what is consider "clean".  He thinks the house should be ready for company, can pass a white glove test at all times……I like a more comfortable, lived-in look. Early in our marriage it became clear that he expected me to take care of the housework OK …I will clean to my comfort level.    If he wants it any cleaner he can either 1) do it himself or 2) hire someone else to do it.  He’s gotten used to the lived-in look.  :) Can you compromise?  When my computer use got out of hand I set limits for blank)  I used the computer as a reward after a job well done. Make sure he knows that you are not just playing on the computer.  Your are getting a handle on an addiction. Hugs sweetie.  Hope you’re back in the bedroom tonight. Chris

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Hi all, I’m a mess.  I’m having a rotten evening/night.  DH decided to be an fucking ass tonight, and we got in a huge fight (don’t worry, he’d never, ever hit me, I’d kill him, and he knows it).  After spending 2 hours screaming, yelling, cussing, slamming doors, and breaking 2 plates that were in the sink (my new ones, the dick), the fight’s over.  Why is it over? Did we make up?  No, of course not!  He’s gone to sleep, like everything’s hunky-dory!  Well, it’s NOT!  I’m sad, I’m crying, and I’m still fucking pissed, and he’s snoozing away.  How the FUCK can men DO that?!  (no offense to all you nice guys here on AS3) Anyway, part of it was that I’m spending too much time on the computer and not enough time cleaning.  Funny, he’s had the flu for 3 days, and has slept all but about 5 hours of those days, but he knows what *I’ve* been doing?! I waited on his whiny ass, hand and foot for all 3 of those days, without a single complaint.  I also didn’t see *him* cleaning a G*d damned thing!  I don’t have a clue what he’s being such a dickwipe about, the laundry is done, the dishes are done, the bed was made, counters wiped, etc, etc, etc, on into the sunset.  Not to mention that the kids got to school & back, and dinner was done on time. The only thing I could possibly see that he’d have to bitch about is I haven’t vacuumed since Monday, and the kitchen floor needs mopping (it’s raining & muddy, and bigdog had to actually PEE a couple of times today, and actually WENT OUTSIDE to do it, and then CAME BACK IN afterwords). <GASP! So I didn’t mop after I imperfectly wiped his feet at the door *every* time Oh, and the boy-child apparently has a report that is due *tomorrow* that he *hasn’t even started*, and somehow that’s MY fault!!!  Nevermind the fact that I asked the kid point-blank yesterday "have you been working on your report?".  He answered "YES, I’m just about done with the rough draft, and I’ll type it tomorrow".  Oh yeah, the kid lies to my face (sweetly, and with a smile), and that makes me a BAD MOM!!!!  The FUCK it does!!!!!!  It makes the kid a damned LIAR!!!!!  And it makes me so flipping angry, it’s not even funny, and because I’m angry at the boy, I’M A BAD MOM FOR THAT TOO!!!!! And if all that’s not bad enough, he made an ass out of himself in front of up and skin him alive vvveeerrryyy ssslllooowwwlllyyy!!!  Cocksucker. So you may notice the conspicuous absence of SHEL THE BAD MOM AND SUCKY HOUSEKEEPER, CRAPPY HOMEWORK SUPERVISOR, AND BBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDD days. Anyway, I didn’t want you all to worry about me, I’m fine, I’m just going to humor buttface and cut down the time I spend online for a few days.  I’m going to clean the house until you can eat off of the fucking floor, and then I’m going to make him do it!!!!! As a matter of fact, I think I’ll feed him out of bigdog’s bowl.  Bigdog can eat at the table with the rest of the civilized beings in this house. Okay, that’s a little better.  Sorry for yelling at you guys, I knew you’d understand.  I’m going to sleep (on the couch, of course), so I can get up early, take the kids to school, go to the grocery store, and clean the Oh, just in case you were wondering: Hugs, Shel (if I didn’t smoke tonight- and I didn’t-, I’ll NEVER smoke again) *M+* No*Embers One month, one day, 15 hours, 2 minutes and 9 seconds. 948 cigarettes not smoked, saving $142.32. Life saved: 3 days, 7 hours, 0 minutes.

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Wow…terrific rant Shel. Can I come over and slap your DH around a bit? Your post really made me want to!!! I used to have fights like this (well, different subjects, but just as awful) with my ex…but then he would get in the car, and drive off and leave me for hours. Man, that was just the worst. I am so glad despite your pain and sadness and pissed off ness, you didn’t smoke! I hope he crawls up soon to be forgiven Paula 10 from the Kiwi Judge

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A big ol’10!!    Fuckface dickwad indeed! Made me giggle fersure.    Whuddya MEAN yer crying and he’s sleeping? Never is that way for Norm. He tries to sleep when I’m all upset and I find ways to get him woke up. Know whut I mean?  He wants me quiet when he sleeps then all he’ll hear is my fingernails on these ‘puter keys. Nice and quiet. LOL    Gonna have Normie read yer rant so he can SEE how I feel sometimes. Feed the hubby a buncha TheraFlu and make him get his medicated butt up and clean. <g You can help dickhead jr. do his report research ON THE ‘PUTER!! Hugs from Rosie One month, two weeks, four days, 11 hours, 1 minute and 34 seconds. 1483 cigarettes not smoked, saving $187.11. Life saved: 5 days, 3 hours, 35 minutes. — "If you wanna get it done, you gotta fight for yourself." — Meat Loaf, Bat Outta Hell II

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Hi all, I’m a mess.  I’m having a rotten evening/night.  DH decided to be an fucking ass tonight, and we got in a huge fight (don’t worry, he’d never, ever hit me, I’d kill him, and he knows it).  After spending 2 hours screaming, yelling, cussing, slamming doors, and breaking 2 plates that were in the sink (my new ones, the dick), the fight’s over.  Why is it over? Did we make up?  No, of course not!  He’s gone to sleep, like everything’s hunky-dory!  Well, it’s NOT!  I’m sad, I’m crying, and I’m still fucking pissed, and he’s snoozing away.  How the FUCK can men DO that?!  (no offense to all you nice guys here on AS3) Anyway, part of it was that I’m spending too much time on the computer and not enough time cleaning.  Funny, he’s had the flu for 3 days, and has slept all but about 5 hours of those days, but he knows what *I’ve* been doing?! I waited on his whiny ass, hand and foot for all 3 of those days, without a single complaint.  I also didn’t see *him* cleaning a G*d damned thing!  I don’t have a clue what he’s being such a dickwipe about, the laundry is done, the dishes are done, the bed was made, counters wiped, etc, etc, etc, on into the sunset.  Not to mention that the kids got to school & back, and dinner was done on time. The only thing I could possibly see that he’d have to bitch about is I haven’t vacuumed since Monday, and the kitchen floor needs mopping (it’s raining & muddy, and bigdog had to actually PEE a couple of times today, and actually WENT OUTSIDE to do it, and then CAME BACK IN afterwords). <GASP! So I didn’t mop after I imperfectly wiped his feet at the door *every* time Oh, and the boy-child apparently has a report that is due *tomorrow* that he *hasn’t even started*, and somehow that’s MY fault!!!  Nevermind the fact that I asked the kid point-blank yesterday "have you been working on your report?".  He answered "YES, I’m just about done with the rough draft, and I’ll type it tomorrow".  Oh yeah, the kid lies to my face (sweetly, and with a smile), and that makes me a BAD MOM!!!!  The FUCK it does!!!!!!  It makes the kid a damned LIAR!!!!!  And it makes me so flipping angry, it’s not even funny, and because I’m angry at the boy, I’M A BAD MOM FOR THAT TOO!!!!! And if all that’s not bad enough, he made an ass out of himself in front of up and skin him alive vvveeerrryyy ssslllooowwwlllyyy!!!  Cocksucker. So you may notice the conspicuous absence of SHEL THE BAD MOM AND SUCKY HOUSEKEEPER, CRAPPY HOMEWORK SUPERVISOR, AND BBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDD days. Anyway, I didn’t want you all to worry about me, I’m fine, I’m just going to humor buttface and cut down the time I spend online for a few days.  I’m going to clean the house until you can eat off of the fucking floor, and then I’m going to make him do it!!!!! As a matter of fact, I think I’ll feed him out of bigdog’s bowl.  Bigdog can eat at the table with the rest of the civilized beings in this house. Okay, that’s a little better.  Sorry for yelling at you guys, I knew you’d understand.  I’m going to sleep (on the couch, of course), so I can get up early, take the kids to school, go to the grocery store, and clean the Oh, just in case you were wondering: Hugs, Shel (if I didn’t smoke tonight- and I didn’t-, I’ll NEVER smoke again) *M+* No*Embers One month, one day, 15 hours, 2 minutes and 9 seconds. 948 cigarettes not smoked, saving $142.32. Life saved: 3 days, 7 hours, 0 minutes.

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Oh sweet Shel, That was THE BEST rant I have ever read!!!!! You have such a way with putting your emotions into words, you should write books!! Well, I swore that I wouldn’t give any advice here til I quit again, but I’ve been right where you are, so here goes… Think about this…in the beginning of a quit, everyone knows that yer going thru a rough time, so they kinda walk on eggshells around ya…after a month or so, they think "hell, she should be *over* it by now".  THEY DON’T GET IT!  DH needs to understand that this is a long process & if you need as3 every second of the day for a year…so be it!  It just sounds like he’s pissy & taking it out on you…fuck ‘em!  You hold your ground, sweetie!  Do what YOU need to do & to hell with everything else!!!! Luv ya, Cat

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Hey Shel First of all (((((((((Shel)))))))) I know your pain. Hi all, I’m a mess.  I’m having a rotten evening/night.  DH decided to be an fucking ass tonight, and we got in a huge fight (don’t worry, he’d never, ever hit me, I’d kill him, and he knows it).  After spending 2 hours screaming, yelling, cussing, slamming doors, and breaking 2 plates that were in the sink (my new ones, the dick), the fight’s over.

This is a site I found informative you may too. http://drirene.com/catbox/forum.asp?FORUM_ID=7  Why is it over?  Did we make up?  No, of course not!  He’s gone to sleep, like everything’s hunky-dory!  Well, it’s NOT!  I’m sad, I’m crying, and I’m still fucking pissed, and he’s snoozing away.  How the FUCK can men DO that?!  (no offense to all you nice guys here on AS3)

Better yet WHY. When they KNOW we are all twisted up inside and need for them to resolve some stuff, before we can even begin to think about sleeping, why does someone who cares about you do this? I think all thier built up shit is spent and they feel relief, and comfort. Anyway, part of it was that I’m spending too much time on the computer and not enough time cleaning.

You are taking on a major addiction and maybe just maybe need to spend some time caring about YOU. Strange concept I know. If the internet helps you like several others cope and quit oh well. Funny, he’s had the flu for 3 days, and has slept – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – all but about 5 hours of those days, but he knows what *I’ve* been doing?! I waited on his whiny ass, hand and foot for all 3 of those days, without a single complaint.  I also didn’t see *him* cleaning a G*d damned thing!  I don’t have a clue what he’s being such a dickwipe about, the laundry is done, the dishes are done, the bed was made, counters wiped, etc, etc, etc, on into the sunset.  Not to mention that the kids got to school & back, and dinner was done on time. The only thing I could possibly see that he’d have to bitch about is I haven’t vacuumed since Monday, and the kitchen floor needs mopping (it’s raining & muddy, and bigdog had to actually PEE a couple of times today, and actually WENT OUTSIDE to do it, and then CAME BACK IN afterwords). <GASP! So I didn’t mop after I imperfectly wiped his feet at the door *every* time Oh, and the boy-child apparently has a report that is due *tomorrow* that he *hasn’t even started*, and somehow that’s MY fault!!!  Nevermind the fact that I asked the kid point-blank yesterday "have you been working on your report?".  He answered "YES, I’m just about done with the rough draft, and I’ll type it tomorrow".  Oh yeah, the kid lies to my face (sweetly, and with a smile), and that makes me a BAD MOM!!!!  The FUCK it does!!!!!!  It makes the kid a damned LIAR!!!!!  And it makes me so flipping angry, it’s not even funny, and because I’m angry at the boy, I’M A BAD MOM FOR THAT TOO!!!!!

Is he a bad Dad too? – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – And if all that’s not bad enough, he made an ass out of himself in front of up and skin him alive vvveeerrryyy ssslllooowwwlllyyy!!!  Cocksucker. So you may notice the conspicuous absence of SHEL THE BAD MOM AND SUCKY HOUSEKEEPER, CRAPPY HOMEWORK SUPERVISOR, AND BBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDD days. Anyway, I didn’t want you all to worry about me, I’m fine, I’m just going to humor buttface and cut down the time I spend online for a few days.  I’m going to clean the house until you can eat off of the fucking floor, and then I’m going to make him do it!!!!! As a matter of fact, I think I’ll feed him out of bigdog’s bowl.  Bigdog can eat at the table with the rest of the civilized beings in this house. Okay, that’s a little better.  Sorry for yelling at you guys, I knew you’d understand.  I’m going to sleep (on the couch, of course), so I can get up early, take the kids to school, go to the grocery store, and clean the

Sorry if I sound harsh and bitter but I am harsh and bitter.:) Hope thing DO get better! Stay quit don’t give it up for anyone!!!!!! Kim – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Oh, just in case you were wondering: Hugs, Shel (if I didn’t smoke tonight- and I didn’t-, I’ll NEVER smoke again) *M+* No*Embers One month, one day, 15 hours, 2 minutes and 9 seconds. 948 cigarettes not smoked, saving $142.32. Life saved: 3 days, 7 hours, 0 minutes.

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"Shel" wrote … fucking ass…huge fight…hit me…kill him… screaming, yelling, cussing, slamming doors, and breaking 2 plates… … the dick…fucking pissed…FUCK…whiny ass…dickwipe…bitch…PEE a

couple of times <GASP! …BAD MOM!!!! …FUCK…damned LIAR!!!!! …string him up and skin him alive vvveeerrryyy ssslllooowwwlllyyy!!! Cocksucker.  BAD MOM AND SUCKY HOUSEKEEPER, CRAPPY HOMEWORK SUPERVISOR, AND

BBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDD …buttface ….eat off of the fucking floor…

(Jef. backs away v-e-r-y …..s-l-o-w-l-y and tiptoes from the room, trying not to be noticed…)

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LMAO We know somewhere deep inside Jef. that not all men are BAD BAD people. LOL Kim

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – "Shel" wrote … fucking ass…huge fight…hit me…kill him… screaming, yelling, cussing, slamming doors, and breaking 2 plates… … the dick…fucking pissed…FUCK…whiny ass…dickwipe…bitch…PEE a couple of times <GASP! …BAD MOM!!!! …FUCK…damned LIAR!!!!! …string him up and skin him alive vvveeerrryyy ssslllooowwwlllyyy!!! Cocksucker.  BAD MOM AND SUCKY HOUSEKEEPER, CRAPPY HOMEWORK SUPERVISOR, AND BBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDD …buttface ….eat off of the fucking floor… (Jef. backs away v-e-r-y …..s-l-o-w-l-y and tiptoes from the room, trying not to be noticed…)

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Hi all, I’m a mess.  I’m having a rotten evening/night.  DH decided to be an fucking ass tonight, and we got in a huge fight (don’t worry, he’d never, ever hit me, I’d kill him, and he knows it).  After spending 2 hours screaming, yelling, cussing, slamming doors, and breaking 2 plates that were in the sink (my new ones, the dick), the fight’s over.  Why is it over?  Did we make up?  No, of course not!  He’s gone to sleep, like everything’s hunky-dory!  Well, it’s NOT!  I’m sad, I’m crying, and I’m still fucking pissed, and he’s snoozing away.  How the FUCK can men DO that?!  (no offense to all you nice guys here on AS3)

How do we do it? Easy, it’s what we brew beer for – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -Anyway, part of it was that I’m spending too much time on the computer and not enough time cleaning.  Funny, he’s had the flu for 3 days, and has slept all but about 5 hours of those days, but he knows what *I’ve* been doing?! I waited on his whiny ass, hand and foot for all 3 of those days, without a single complaint.  I also didn’t see *him* cleaning a G*d damned thing!  I don’t have a clue what he’s being such a dickwipe about, the laundry is done, the dishes are done, the bed was made, counters wiped, etc, etc, etc, on into the sunset.  Not to mention that the kids got to school & back, and dinner was done on time. The only thing I could possibly see that he’d have to bitch about is I haven’t vacuumed since Monday, and the kitchen floor needs mopping (it’s raining & muddy, and bigdog had to actually PEE a couple of times today, and actually WENT OUTSIDE to do it, and then CAME BACK IN afterwords).  <GASP! So I didn’t mop after I imperfectly wiped his feet at the door *every* time Oh, and the boy-child apparently has a report that is due *tomorrow* that he *hasn’t even started*, and somehow that’s MY fault!!!  Nevermind the fact that I asked the kid point-blank yesterday "have you been working on your report?".  He answered "YES, I’m just about done with the rough draft, and I’ll type it tomorrow".  Oh yeah, the kid lies to my face (sweetly, and with a smile), and that makes me a BAD MOM!!!!  The FUCK it does!!!!!!  It makes the kid a damned LIAR!!!!!  And it makes me so flipping angry, it’s not even funny, and because I’m angry at the boy, I’M A BAD MOM FOR THAT TOO!!!!! And if all that’s not bad enough, he made an ass out of himself in front of up and skin him alive vvveeerrryyy ssslllooowwwlllyyy!!!  Cocksucker. So you may notice the conspicuous absence of SHEL THE BAD MOM AND SUCKY HOUSEKEEPER, CRAPPY HOMEWORK SUPERVISOR, AND BBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDD Anyway, I didn’t want you all to worry about me, I’m fine, I’m just going to humor buttface and cut down the time I spend online for a few days.  I’m going to clean the house until you can eat off of the fucking floor, and then I’m going to make him do it!!!!! As a matter of fact, I think I’ll feed him out of bigdog’s bowl.  Bigdog can eat at the table with the rest of the civilized beings in this house. Okay, that’s a little better.  Sorry for yelling at you guys, I knew you’d understand.  I’m going to sleep (on the couch, of course), so I can get up early, take the kids to school, go to the grocery store, and clean the Oh, just in case you were wondering: Hugs, Shel (if I didn’t smoke tonight- and I didn’t-, I’ll NEVER smoke again) *M+* No*Embers One month, one day, 15 hours, 2 minutes and 9 seconds. 948 cigarettes not smoked, saving $142.32. Life saved: 3 days, 7 hours, 0 minutes.

Listen, I don’t really want to break this to you [some delusional dames might disagree with this, but hey, so so..], but the fact remains: women’s lib is over, it came and went, tis no more I’m afraid. The only thing it achieved was giving credibility to men for not being the sole bread winner. Other than that, everything is just what it always was.That’s what I call progress But you’re doing just great on the non-smoking front….if it’s any consolation Should be! bobf 3y+++

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10 Congrats for not smoking. Making it past emotional tests is a real challenge. …pat. of — Pat and Ash http://www3.sympatico.ca/patash/ Pat blogs at http://patsgreenthumb.blogspot.com/ Ash blogs as Michael Court at http://conceptions.blogspot.com/

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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – "Shel" wrote … fucking ass…huge fight…hit me…kill him… screaming, yelling, cussing, slamming doors, and breaking 2 plates… … the dick…fucking pissed…FUCK…whiny ass…dickwipe…bitch…PEE a couple of times <GASP! …BAD MOM!!!! …FUCK…damned LIAR!!!!! …string him up and skin him alive vvveeerrryyy ssslllooowwwlllyyy!!! Cocksucker.  BAD MOM AND SUCKY HOUSEKEEPER, CRAPPY HOMEWORK SUPERVISOR, AND BBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDD …buttface ….eat off of the fucking floor… (Jef. backs away v-e-r-y …..s-l-o-w-l-y and tiptoes from the room, trying not to be noticed…)

ROFL! Nice snipping! I hereby upgrade Shel’s score from a 10.0 to a 15.0! Paula

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A *Perfect* Ten! Shel, you are a wonderful Mother, Wife, animal slave (Im a bunny slave)… Dont let anyone convince you otherwise! (understandingly) Julia

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Hi all, I’m a mess.  I’m having a rotten evening/night.  DH decided to be an fucking ass tonight, and we got in a huge fight (don’t worry, he’d never, ever hit me, I’d kill him, and he knows it).  After spending 2 hours screaming, yelling, cussing, slamming doors, and breaking 2 plates that were in the sink (my new ones, the dick), the fight’s over.  Why is it over?  Did we make up?  No, of course not!  He’s gone to sleep, like everything’s hunky-dory!  Well, it’s NOT!  I’m sad, I’m crying, and I’m still fucking pissed, and he’s snoozing away.  How the FUCK can men DO that?!  (no offense to all you nice guys here on AS3) Anyway, part of it was that I’m spending too much time on the computer and not enough time cleaning.  Funny, he’s had the flu for 3 days, and has slept all but about 5 hours of those days, but he knows what *I’ve* been doing?! I waited on his whiny ass, hand and foot for all 3 of those days, without a single complaint.  I also didn’t see *him* cleaning a G*d damned thing!  I don’t have a clue what he’s being such a dickwipe about, the laundry is done, the dishes are done, the bed was made, counters wiped, etc, etc, etc, on into the sunset.  Not to mention that the kids got to school & back, and dinner was done on time. The only thing I could possibly see that he’d have to bitch about is I haven’t vacuumed since Monday, and the kitchen floor needs mopping (it’s raining & muddy, and bigdog had to actually PEE a couple of times today, and actually WENT OUTSIDE to do it, and then CAME BACK IN afterwords). <GASP! So I didn’t mop after I imperfectly wiped his feet at the door *every* time Oh, and the boy-child apparently has a report that is due *tomorrow* that he *hasn’t even started*, and somehow that’s MY fault!!!  Nevermind the fact that I asked the kid point-blank yesterday "have you been working on your report?".  He answered "YES, I’m just about done with the rough draft, and I’ll type it tomorrow".  Oh yeah, the kid lies to my face (sweetly, and with a smile), and that makes me a BAD MOM!!!!  The FUCK it does!!!!!! It makes the kid a damned LIAR!!!!!  And it makes me so flipping angry, it’s not even funny, and because I’m angry at the boy, I’M A BAD MOM FOR THAT TOO!!!!! And if all that’s not bad enough, he made an ass out of himself in front of string him up and skin him alive vvveeerrryyy ssslllooowwwlllyyy!!! Cocksucker. So you may notice the conspicuous absence of SHEL THE BAD MOM AND SUCKY HOUSEKEEPER, CRAPPY HOMEWORK SUPERVISOR, AND

BBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDD – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – few days. Anyway, I didn’t want you all to worry about me, I’m fine, I’m just going to humor buttface and cut down the time I spend online for a few days. I’m going to clean the house until you can eat off of the fucking floor, and then I’m going to make him do it!!!!! As a matter of fact, I think I’ll feed him out of bigdog’s bowl. Bigdog can eat at the table with the rest of the civilized beings in this house. Okay, that’s a little better.  Sorry for yelling at you guys, I knew you’d understand.  I’m going to sleep (on the couch, of course), so I can get up early, take the kids to school, go to the grocery store, and clean the Oh, just in case you were wondering: Hugs, Shel (if I didn’t smoke tonight- and I didn’t-, I’ll NEVER smoke again) *M+* No*Embers One month, one day, 15 hours, 2 minutes and 9 seconds. 948 cigarettes not smoked, saving $142.32. Life saved: 3 days, 7 hours, 0 minutes.

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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Hi all, I’m a mess.  I’m having a rotten evening/night.  DH decided to be an fucking ass tonight, and we got in a huge fight (don’t worry, he’d never, ever hit me, I’d kill him, and he knows it).  After spending 2 hours screaming, yelling, cussing, slamming doors, and breaking 2 plates that were in the sink (my new ones, the dick), the fight’s over.  Why is it over?  Did we make up?  No, of course not!  He’s gone to sleep, like everything’s hunky-dory!  Well, it’s NOT!  I’m sad, I’m crying, and I’m still fucking pissed, and he’s snoozing away.  How the FUCK can men DO that?!  (no offense to all you nice guys here on AS3) Anyway, part of it was that I’m spending too much time on the computer and not enough time cleaning.  Funny, he’s had the flu for 3 days, and has slept all but about 5 hours of those days, but he knows what *I’ve* been doing?! I waited on his whiny ass, hand and foot for all 3 of those days, without a single complaint.  I also didn’t see *him* cleaning a G*d damned thing!  I don’t have a clue what he’s being such a dickwipe about, the laundry is done, the dishes are done, the bed was made, counters wiped, etc, etc, etc, on into the sunset.  Not to mention that the kids got to school & back, and dinner was done on time.

A word of advice?  Get rid of dickwad. Uh, not in the permanent termination sense of the word, but in the physical and emotional sense. I can’t imagine living under those restrictions (again).  In fact, I won’t (ever again).  I felt like I’d escaped a prison when I took my son, dog, computer, car and a few clothes and disappeared.  I didn’t know how to relax for a long time, I was so used to being judged and put down.  There’s no need to live like that.  But, that’s just my opinion since I’m very cynical about controling and verbally abusive spouses.  I will NOT live lke that again. You have all my support and sympathy.  I’ve been there, done that.  But not for the past six, glorious years! *hugs* BinnieBee – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – The only thing I could possibly see that he’d have to bitch about is I haven’t vacuumed since Monday, and the kitchen floor needs mopping (it’s raining & muddy, and bigdog had to actually PEE a couple of times today, and actually WENT OUTSIDE to do it, and then CAME BACK IN afterwords).  <GASP! So I didn’t mop after I imperfectly wiped his feet at the door *every* time Oh, and the boy-child apparently has a report that is due *tomorrow* that he *hasn’t even started*, and somehow that’s MY fault!!!  Nevermind the fact that I asked the kid point-blank yesterday "have you been working on your report?".  He answered "YES, I’m just about done with the rough draft, and I’ll type it tomorrow".  Oh yeah, the kid lies to my face (sweetly, and with a smile), and that makes me a BAD MOM!!!!  The FUCK it does!!!!!!  It makes the kid a damned LIAR!!!!!  And it makes me so flipping angry, it’s not even funny, and because I’m angry at the boy, I’M A BAD MOM FOR THAT TOO!!!!! And if all that’s not bad enough, he made an ass out of himself in front of up and skin him alive vvveeerrryyy ssslllooowwwlllyyy!!!  Cocksucker. So you may notice the conspicuous absence of SHEL THE BAD MOM AND SUCKY HOUSEKEEPER, CRAPPY HOMEWORK SUPERVISOR, AND BBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDD Anyway, I didn’t want you all to worry about me, I’m fine, I’m just going to humor buttface and cut down the time I spend online for a few days.  I’m going to clean the house until you can eat off of the fucking floor, and then I’m going to make him do it!!!!! As a matter of fact, I think I’ll feed him out of bigdog’s bowl.  Bigdog can eat at the table with the rest of the civilized beings in this house. Okay, that’s a little better.  Sorry for yelling at you guys, I knew you’d understand.  I’m going to sleep (on the couch, of course), so I can get up early, take the kids to school, go to the grocery store, and clean the Oh, just in case you were wondering: Hugs, Shel (if I didn’t smoke tonight- and I didn’t-, I’ll NEVER smoke again) *M+* No*Embers One month, one day, 15 hours, 2 minutes and 9 seconds. 948 cigarettes not smoked, saving $142.32. Life saved: 3 days, 7 hours, 0 minutes.

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10.0 from the Wisconsin judge. Fantastic rant. I don’t blame you for being pissed off… at DH (NOT dear husband in this case) or at your son who lied to you. Hang in there. Hugs, Nicole Two years, ten months, five days, 5 hours, 47 minutes and 50 seconds. 36338 cigarettes not smoked, saving $6,468.24. Time I can spend with my little one that I wouldn’t have if I were smoking: 18 weeks, 4 hours, 10 minutes. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -Hi all, I’m a mess.  I’m having a rotten evening/night.  DH decided to be an fucking ass tonight, and we got in a huge fight (don’t worry, he’d never, ever hit me, I’d kill him, and he knows it).  After spending 2 hours screaming, yelling, cussing, slamming doors, and breaking 2 plates that were in the sink (my new ones, the dick), the fight’s over.  Why is it over?  Did we make up?  No, of course not!  He’s gone to sleep, like everything’s hunky-dory!  Well, it’s NOT!  I’m sad, I’m crying, and I’m still fucking pissed, and he’s snoozing away.  How the FUCK can men DO that?!  (no offense to all you nice guys here on AS3) Anyway, part of it was that I’m spending too much time on the computer and not enough time cleaning.  Funny, he’s had the flu for 3 days, and has slept all but about 5 hours of those days, but he knows what *I’ve* been doing?! I waited on his whiny ass, hand and foot for all 3 of those days, without a single complaint.  I also didn’t see *him* cleaning a G*d damned thing!  I don’t have a clue what he’s being such a dickwipe about, the laundry is done, the dishes are done, the bed was made, counters wiped, etc, etc, etc, on into the sunset.  Not to mention that the kids got to school & back, and dinner was done on time. The only thing I could possibly see that he’d have to bitch about is I haven’t vacuumed since Monday, and the kitchen floor needs mopping (it’s raining & muddy, and bigdog had to actually PEE a couple of times today, and actually WENT OUTSIDE to do it, and then CAME BACK IN afterwords).  <GASP! So I didn’t mop after I imperfectly wiped his feet at the door *every* time Oh, and the boy-child apparently has a report that is due *tomorrow* that he *hasn’t even started*, and somehow that’s MY fault!!!  Nevermind the fact that I asked the kid point-blank yesterday "have you been working on your report?".  He answered "YES, I’m just about done with the rough draft, and I’ll type it tomorrow".  Oh yeah, the kid lies to my face (sweetly, and with a smile), and that makes me a BAD MOM!!!!  The FUCK it does!!!!!!  It makes the kid a damned LIAR!!!!!  And it makes me so flipping angry, it’s not even funny, and because I’m angry at the boy, I’M A BAD MOM FOR THAT TOO!!!!! And if all that’s not bad enough, he made an ass out of himself in front of up and skin him alive vvveeerrryyy ssslllooowwwlllyyy!!!  Cocksucker. So you may notice the conspicuous absence of SHEL THE BAD MOM AND SUCKY HOUSEKEEPER, CRAPPY HOMEWORK SUPERVISOR, AND BBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDD Anyway, I didn’t want you all to worry about me, I’m fine, I’m just going to humor buttface and cut down the time I spend online for a few days.  I’m going to clean the house until you can eat off of the fucking floor, and then I’m going to make him do it!!!!! As a matter of fact, I think I’ll feed him out of bigdog’s bowl.  Bigdog can eat at the table with the rest of the civilized beings in this house. Okay, that’s a little better.  Sorry for yelling at you guys, I knew you’d understand.  I’m going to sleep (on the couch, of course), so I can get up early, take the kids to school, go to the grocery store, and clean the Oh, just in case you were wondering: Hugs, Shel (if I didn’t smoke tonight- and I didn’t-, I’ll NEVER smoke again) *M+* No*Embers One month, one day, 15 hours, 2 minutes and 9 seconds. 948 cigarettes not smoked, saving $142.32. Life saved: 3 days, 7 hours, 0 minutes.

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OMG!!!  I hadn’t read this particular response until just now, and Jef., I must say that you’re good, very good.  I laughed my ass off! Hugs, Shel (almost made me pee my pants, Jef did) *M+* No*Embers One month, four days, 7 hours, 44 minutes and 54 seconds. 1029 cigarettes not smoked, saving $154.45. Life saved: 3 days, 13 hours, 45 minutes.

– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – "Shel" wrote … fucking ass…huge fight…hit me…kill him… screaming, yelling, cussing, slamming doors, and breaking 2 plates… … the dick…fucking pissed…FUCK…whiny ass…dickwipe…bitch…PEE a couple of times <GASP! …BAD MOM!!!! …FUCK…damned LIAR!!!!! …string him up and skin him alive vvveeerrryyy ssslllooowwwlllyyy!!! Cocksucker.  BAD MOM AND SUCKY HOUSEKEEPER, CRAPPY HOMEWORK SUPERVISOR, AND BBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDD …buttface ….eat off of the fucking floor… (Jef. backs away v-e-r-y …..s-l-o-w-l-y and tiptoes from the room, trying not to be noticed…)

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