Morg, don't be going on my baby hand!

My night was hell.

I'm super bitch. I feel bad for any one who comes in contact with me, especially my dear Cordale. -sigh-

I'm suuuchhhh a bitch. (lol. I'm sorry.. for those who aren't living with me, you won't get the full effect)

Last night, I basically screamed and yelled.. cussed and cried about how he doesn't spend enough time with me and he always does what he wants to do... without me. How I'll find something to do WITHOUT him since he never wants to be around me. He doesn't want to be around me and I'm not even big yet. Scream, scream... yell, yell, yell. UGH

I told him to leave, leave me the fuck alone... go away... don't talk to me... FUCK YOU BITCH! all that. just to lay in the bed and cry

to drift off into the SCARIEST fucking nightmare I've had since I was prolly a 2nd grader.

I know from interpreting dreams, it was all about my flight habits.. How I run from shit I don't like, among other things. I was running the entire dream. I didn't want to go back to sleep... but I laid there, with my eyes closed.

& here comes Mr. Cordale.

He laid beside me. He thought I was sleeping. He kissed the back of my neck, and rubbed his hands on my legs... he grabbed my hand and he rested his hand right on my stomach. He whispered to me "I love you soo much" and went to sleep.

After all my hissy fits and irrational behavior.... He still wants to sleep beside his pregnant and overly hormonal girlfriend/baby mother ♥

I love it.

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