I'm sort of very irritable. To the point of becoming an irate caller (a sound of a very dissatisfied client trying to b*tch around). It seems like nothing can satisfy me (food, scent, actions, etc.)
I want to commend my husband for his patience. Who could bear a one moment irritable (nasty) woman to a crying lady after she gets so mad?
Even my posts on Facebook would say "pissed", "irritated" and so on.
Again I vomited. And I'm craving for Chicharon but it's late (no, not that really). My husband wants to go out and get me one. But I don't want him to go out alone and I don't want to go out too. So he doesn't have that much choice.
He's such an angel. He's willing to cook rice and open a can of Spanish sardines for me. I'm such a brat and my husband is the spoiler.
We feel complete even by ourselves. But, I think we're past that stage already. Our angel is the only thing that would make our lives more complete.
Thy will be done.
God will never leave me empty handed.
I hope He grants my husband's wish because I have the same wish as he have.
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