As most of you who know my situation know, my Dh is an ass. V-day blew. What sucks the most is that I actually thought he was going to do something!! I told him I was going to stop by the grocery store on the way home from work and get some steaks to grill and have a nice v-day dinner at home. He said, don't do that, just go home. So, I did. I got all dressed and excited. When he got home he plopped on the couch and acted like such an asshole. No, there were no reservations, no he didn't have any plans. Why did he not want me to go to the store, I HAVE NO IDEA. We fought, I cried. We fought more. It was awful.

This morning I had to go drop of SS's meds with BM. She greeted me and asked if we had a good night last night. All I could say was: "you were once married to him, what do you think?" She commiserated with me some and thanked me for hanging in there for SS. She said she is so glad that I stick it out and am always doing what is best for him and my kids.

What the hell has happened to my life?