☭ monophonic taxi ; How can I sleep with the annoying sound emitting every Friday afternoon? Have some tolerance, you terrorists.

I woke up with searing pain all over my body. Had to sleep sharing my comforter with Herr J because he gave his quilt for Maen without thinking that if biology is correct, Maen shouldn't have any problem getting warm. I even peed a little because of the difficulty to get out of bed. Why am I the one who has to suffer when he's the one who never think logically about other people except for himself?

Was to go get the glucose screening today but I don't know why Herr J said I don't have to. I ate chocolate because there's nothing else for me to drink. I've finished my milk and the maternity milk, and knowing Herr J, I don't know when I'll get to buy stuff for me. I have 0 money. My mother gave extra money since I'm pregnant and he went to buy just one pack of maternity milk worth 30 bucks and waste the 70 bucks change for gas and ciggies that I don't even get to smoke but he made me pay for it. I really regretted giving him a hundred.

Everything is supposed to be settled by this week, the marriage course, the marriage certificate and the glucose screening. Not to forget his car, he has to go bring it to the workshop because the wiring went kaput. It kept overloading the charges until all the colorful relay thingimajig got burnt. So in a random (mostly when we had important things to do) day, his car wouldn't start and he had to change the relay from the remaining good ones. Which means we can go without air conditioning or power windows or lights or all of it. The last time this happened we went without all of that and the radiator. So he said he wanted to bring it to a workshop. But it's been 6 days and he hasn't brought it yet because everytime I wake him up early in the morning he'd say he's scared it will take a long time to repair it. That's why I woke him up early, genius. Now he kept going around with the broken car knowing perfectly well that in doing so he will make it worse.

He never does things on time. It'll take days and weeks to get him to do important things. But if somebody asked him for a game of wasting money he'd drop everything and just go. I'm the one who has to save money everyday, buying cheap version of everything that I like or even say I don't want it just so we can have a roof over our head and food to eat. i'm pregnant and even I can control my craving, he eats as if he has money. If I don't save we can't pay the rent and bills and everything. He should be paying my phone bills now instead of my dad, I'd like to see him not wanting to call his friends just to talk anymore because he's going to pay 200 per month. He reloads his phone like once in a few months. Now I have to bake a cheese layer cake that I wont get to eat or earn money from. I do everything, he delivered it and he gets the money people pay for the cake. Where the money went to, a whole night's games of lucky ball should be able to finish it.

My whole body is in immense pain and I am very thirsty and terribly under duress. The only solution is to drink either coffee or tea. Guess what I'm having.

So I went to the kitchen right, and there's a pile of dishes waiting for me. SERIOUSLY. When these ungrateful assholes leave the dirty plates and mugs and cutleries around, who did they think will have to wash it? Do we have a maid? Do I have 3 lazy insensitive uncaring husbands? If I don't wash it, it will stink and if I do, they will never learn to pick up after themselves. Now I have extra minutes doing work for other people instead of resting and making sure my baby is well rested and okay. Thank so much for everyone's concern! I know all of them are stupid but they should know that I'm pregnant and I get tired/pain easily considering I have eaten nothing to replenish my energy. How hard is it for them to was one plate and one mug instead of leaving plates and mugs in the sink wishing their god will make it disappear? That's why I hate sharing my stuff, they used my fork and spoon and guess who will have to clean their dirty dishes when I want to use my own fork and spoon?

Now give me one reason why in hell I should stop smoking and start smiling.

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