P.S. you suck like shit...

I am the target of his anger at the moment, and it doesn't matter that I have done everything right, or did nothing to provoke him, it doesn't matter. I am the target of his anger. All the things that have happened to him today that might have rubbed him the wrong way were collected like shells along the ocean's edge and hurled at me the minute he walked through the door. It doesn't matter that I greet him with a smile or a kiss, or I tell him how proud I am of him. How I am over the moon about his straight A's and his impeding karate promotion. It doesn't matter that I cooked him a hot meal or made sure his drawers were filled with clean clothes, or that his room was neat and clean and that all the things he loved were cared for. It doesn't matter. Today. I am the target of his anger. It doesn't matter that I have put my life and dreams and aspirations aside and dedicated my whole existence to making his existence at least bearable. It doesn't matter. It's my job, and I know this. I fully understood what I was getting into when I got pregnant. I knew that the days were not all going to be filled with kodak making memories, although i did not expect to spend so much time in the abyss, I welcomed whatever this universe threw at me. Or him. And today.. I am the target for his anger.. and apparently I also suck like shit....

But I have to tell you.. I was a little proud that he spelled all the words correctly....