by Melissa Willets posted in Pregnancy

Dear husband formerly known as someone I want to be within 10 feet of,
We?ve been here before, haven't we" So, you aren?t exactly surprised that as I wrap up my second trimester, I?m at the stage of pregnancy, where I?m starting to hate you.
Blame it on hormones, or the fact that your life and body haven?t changed all that much, but mine, has. I?m feeling hot, consuming resentment toward you. And everything you do, and say makes the higher blood volume inside of me, boil with a rage I cannot disguise.
Currently, I'm fuming because you forgot to take out the trash AGAIN. At least that's what you think. WRONG! I am bitterly incensed that you exist! How could you not see how failing to remove said garbage is an egregious reminder of how I have to do everything"! I?m carrying your child, the continuance of your bloodline, and you can?t even remove a simple bag of refuse from our kitchen" Seriously""""""
But you don?t have to screw up, for me to hate you. I just do anyway. I can?t explain exactly why; but it probably has a lot to do with the simple biological fact that you did this to me. Did I mention you didn?t even gain a pound" Your feet don?t hurt. Your waistline hasn?t expanded to elephant status. You aren?t suffering from heartburn, insomnia and an incessant need to pee every 14 seconds. Therefore, I want to divorce you, or kill you, or both. Sound fair"
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