Sunday

 Up early as fuck after lots of being awake last night due to tummy issues. I really did it to myself. Ate a slice of cheesecake and went to bed. We got up to take the kiddo an hour away for bowling, but he is now "sick" or at least playing it off well enough to fight me about school tomorrow. But after the way I left last week, I will give him the benefit of doubt. 

As usual my husband is already planning his escape out of the house and well I don't even fucking care anymore. Don't have a slow Sunday with me. Do whatever the more he is around me now anyways the less I want to be around him. 

I started some school work as far as making a plan for the week. Today I should get through both lectures and be able to stay on target. If I can get my grades back timely. 

I hope to try doing my nails in between and maybe get some reading in today. I also told my niece we would go find some boots because Amazon failed us on our order to get her a pair. 

Well I tried to bring up things bothering me and as usual it ended with me just being more pissed off and a husband still wondering what the fuck to do around here. I think my only plan is to bide my time and just fucking take my kid and leave. Bet it would be days before he even noticed anyways. Now if I wasn't paying for every god damn thing then I would be able to put a nest egg away but fuck it, fuck the house, and fuck this marriage. I will take whatever savings I have once I am done with school and get the fuck away from this entire state. 

I really think that is the only thing to get me out of my depression. 

A complete life reset. 

Until then I won't complain and he will just think everything is fine without a care in world. Then one day *poof*I am gone.