This morning is so awkward!

I stayed up until 3 am crying because Brent is a complete ass. Complete. Now I have to sit in the same house as him without throwing things at him. Totally weird. And, in typical fashion, he is acting like somehow I'm at fault? Okee dokee then. I swear he PMSes half the month.


Oh yeah, there he goes, totally slamming the drawers, and he definitely just threw a loaf of bread? Yeah, because that's manly and solves problems.

Are all men this ridiculous?