Oh well. I guess we will remain broke and continue to not pay the bills so he can have a good time this weekend. I will go sit at my Grandmother's house, spend time with family, participate in backyard fish fries, and prepare for the Easter Bunny. Sound fun? It will be... my family is good. I love 'em. And I love my husband too, I wish he would grow up in some aspects. Other than his few annoyances, he's a great guy. I know I never really get on here and bitch about him. There are several reasons for that. But I am tired of not being able to vent my feelings. I restrain myself because of so many people out there who know him or us read this diary. But fuck it. It's my diary... and he never reads it anymore. Fuck it if he does. We fight about these things on a weekly basis. He knows how I feel.