Weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth
I'm in an awful mood. I'm tense. I'm jumpy. I'm about to have a meltdown. This morning, I was again advised to take a series of action steps, this time so my husband could prove he was serious about his career. He did not mention any ways he could improve himself so he could achieve a better job title or a better-paying job somewhere else. I had to do that. If I host or attend frequent parties, or attend many board meetings for charity, I'm exposing myself to potentially lethal bugs that might... Sign in to see full entry.