The Road

You've heard the saying, " The road to hell is paved with good intentions."

I've got to stop about thinking about ways to be a better person - I've just got to do it!

I've come to a strange point in my life - there is no other way to describe it. I thought the strange times were over when puberty was finished and I graduated high school. I understand life is like that - it throws you a curve ball now and again.

Monthly downfall

Let me give you a quick tour of what usually happens each month of my life. Everyday is pretty much the same - no complaints. Study, spend time with the kids, homework time, dinner, news, sitcom, shower, and bedtime. This routine plays out most of the month until the time comes for the "downfall". This is the monthly meltdown of my husband. Don't get this wrong - he has not been clinically diagnosed with any mental condition - only because I have gotten him examined - joke, ha ha! I love my husband - he is a wonderful father and caring man. He just seems to have a weird monthly thing where he freaks out. Nothing can be done to stop this. Cruel things come flying out of his mouth and nothing, I mean nothing can calm him down or make him stop. It won't be anything out of the ordinary that sets him off. If I had dropped the glass last week or even yesterday then nothing would have happened. But it was that time and it happened. He has been like this since I've met him but things have changed. He used to regret the things he said and I could see he felt bad afterwards. Now, he doesn't apologize or seem to care afterwards. How can someone say such cruel and hurtful things to someone they claim to love so much and can't live without?