Yesterday was terrible. Joe and I got into a huge fight first thing in the morning. Unfortunately, it was over him not wanting to keep BOTH kids while I went to work due to the fact that LJ is sick and super fussy right now. He told me that I needed to get someone else to watch him. Of course, he waited to tell me this last minute (as I was walking out the door). I told him there is nobody else to watch him at this short of notice. He got huffy and said "Fine, leave him." I said something stupid. I blurted back, "Well, if I do are you going to take care of him?" I know better than that, he wouldn't just neglect him. He shouted a big "Fuck you" in my direction which pissed me off big time. So, I snatched LJ up and walked out the door. Hannah didn't really act like she knew what was going on and just yelled "Bye momma, love you." Joe called my phone and told me if I leave the apartment with HIS SON that he's not going to be there when I get home. So, I went back and yelled with him a little more. It was a waste of breath because he kept telling me that I was going to be late for work and lose my job and then he'd REALLY be gone because he's not doing it by himself. So, I left again WITH LJ. I took him to Joe's brother's house for his girlfriend to watch him. I had to fight back tears all day. I just knew when I got home I'd find Joe packed and ready to move out. I just knew it was over and it was killing me. I dreaded going home but at the same time was ready to go just so I would know. I called my cousin from out of state and told her that if he left than she needed to come get me and the kids. When I got home, I saw his car sitting there and I felt suddenly sick about what I'd find when I went inside. But there he sat on the couch, head in hands. The first thing he said was "Baby, I'm sorry." Of course, I apologized too, for taking LJ. He wrapped me up in a gigantic hug and we've been fine since. I hate days like that. They are few and far in between but they are SO painful when they do happen. |