I can't go.

Things are weird in the old household. There is an infinite lack of respect on both parties' parts. Not sure how all this is going to manifest in the end, but I get more and more bitter as time passes. The atmosphere runs the range of "ehh, we can deal with this" to outright hostility. But even if we're in the "ehh, we can deal with this" stage most of the time, is it enough? The minutiae of living with another self-absorbed person is really bringing me over, as the unhip father in Better Off Dead says. What a way to start the day.

My first post ... superrrr.

This'll be interesting. I'm starting this blog after years and years of planning and overthinking. Why? Because it'll probably make me less angry to vent here than in traffic or at my husband, who over the past year has resisted the frequent urge to go all Sleeping with the Enemy on me, bless his heart (get used to hearing that).

Some background information: I live in Fort Lauderdale, and I'm not really a big fan. We've moved around a lot since we got married -- from Greenville, NC, to Reno, NV, to Tuscaloosa, AL, to Birmingham, AL, to here. And soon, maybe back to Tuscaloosa. More on that as it develops.

Temperate weather and the beach only go so far in making me love you, FTL. The crappy strip malls, bad schools, cost of living, and people and their truly ugly souls, not to mention the hurricanes? Not really endearing.

So I've bashed my current situation enough. Let's see what tomorrow brings. Maybe I'll tell you about my job; won't that be nice?