Happy Freaking Mother’s Day to me. This entire day has sucked ass, and sucked bad. Day started out with my husband yelling at me, because he had to get up early for church. Not a Happy Mother’s Day, honey, sorry you were up all night with our son and had to get up at 5 am to make sure everything was ready for church. Nothing. Get to church and the first person to tell me Happy Mother’s Day wasn’t my hubby, but a sweet old lady at the front door. All thru out church, people were coming up to me, telling me happy mother’s day, as it is my first one. Not a word from my husband. The husband’s got their wives roses that the children were selling, not mine. He didn’t get me a card, nothing. My mom begged us to go out to lunch with them, otherwise I would’ve had to come home and cook lunch. No, he wouldn’t have done it. It doesn’t surprise me that he didn’t do anything for me; he didn’t get me anything for our anniversary. I got him a card, gave him a small gift, and nothing for me. I got nothing for Valentine’s Day. It’s not that I really wanted anything for Mother’s Day, but a card would’ve been nice. He acts like he doesn’t appreciate what I do for him or our son anyway. He always makes comments about how I’m failing at something, like breastfeeding because it’s taking so long for my son and me to get the hang of it. He would rather spend his time, when he gets home from work, on his computer. He gets mad if I need him to take our son for a little bit so I can shower! I’m really tired of feeling alone and not appreciated. I make sure that his house is clean, his meals are cooked, his laundry is clean and put away. He never says a word. I think that he feels that saying I love you once a day should just make up for all times he ignores me. There are times that I wish… Well, I’ll leave that alone. Wish in one hand, shit in another and see which one fills up first. So happy fucking mother’s day to me. Oh, and in case you’re wondering, yeah, I had to make supper today as well, while he played his computer games.

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