I am a rug


Apparently I am loosing my backbone. This weekend was suppose to be Eric's weekend to have Carlee and because I am a rug I agreed to keep her so he could work. Well I had to work too. There are other things to this story but for the short version he didn't get to see her this weekend. He does want her tomorrow but only long enough to take her to church and interupt my plans for taking Tony to the Zach Brown Band concert. JERK! I wish I had the energy to fight with him but I am so tired. It's easier to for what Tony, Carlee and I need than to fight with him or anyone else.

Until I gather the enerfy I will just remain a rug

EFFF IT

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