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Well, my husband and I dont always sleep in the same bed, not because we argue, because I take of to much space in the bed. Two, he doesnt want to wake me.
Just a few min ago, I noticed he was asleep, I woke him up and asked him to help me make the bed(the bed is next to the wall, and Im prego, he can help!) He helped in the one corner that is close to both sides of the wall. Then goes and get a bowl of Ice cream, Im getting undressed and ready for bed. I ask him if he is coming to bed, he said no, he was going to watch a movie or something. I said ok, your furstrating, he said "Just because you werent doing anything interesting on the internet(deleting old old old emails), and I had already seen that episode(CSI)." So I decide to stay up with him and watch the movie, hes putting in the movie and asked me who determins what I do during the day. As in, Im only staying up because he is, or doing whatever he. I asked him if it was about the going to bed thing, he said yes and more, I asked him what more. Yet he wouldnt tell me. Im sorry if I want to sleep in the same bed as my husband. And preferably the same time he does. I hate it when he sleeps on the couch! He is my husband he should be sleeping in the same bed as me. Our bed. Our room.
Another thing that happened tonight. Cooking...
Granted Im not the greatest cook in the world, nor do I have a ton of recipes in my head at all times. Nor do we have the money for such things. Lately we have had a cpl of nights of Hamburger Helper. It gets old. So tonight Im making a list of what to get grocerie shopping when he gets paid. And looking at recipes online. Hes slightly annoyed, because I cant always look at a recipe. Because I am suppose to have a million recipes on my mind at all times. Im sorry I wasnt taught a million things, Im sorry I wasnt forced to grow up at the age of 16! Im sorry I was sheltered. It is all my fault. But wait! You tell me not to put myself down like that, when thats how you make me feel! Like its not my fault, but then whose is it? Lets once again blame this on my grandfather, because he is the root of all my problems. Nevermind the fact that he has give us about 2,000 dollars to help move in to our apartment and let me buy what I wanted to at the church rumage sale.
I dont mind cooking from recipes. I just want things to be perfect! Im sorry. I just want you to be happy, but thats to hard. Its like I cant satisfy you. Im sorry I dont have a job, but that doesnt bother you. Im not the perfect wife, nor do I know how to be, or even remotely close. I wasnt taught any of that. I wasnt taught much. I was homeschooled for 3yrs, left on my own to do nothing but play online. Im sorry Im not perfect and that I dont clean our apartment once a week, as Im sure you would like.