My yesterday was horrible.
I received and accepted a job offer and wanted to celebrate by myself by having some peace and quiet and just going to a restaurant and I don't know, eat what I like. My gay husband who I'm divorcing and who is a complete dick insisted he celebrate with me because he's fucking insecure and starts to cry like a little baby if I do anything without him even after we've decided to divorce so after hearing his whining for 2 hours I agreed to "celebrate" with him so he said he wants to celebrate with me by taking me to this restaurant that he really wants to try so after an hour of me explaining how much I hate that restaurant we go to that shit restaurant and "oh why am I not happy to celebrate?" when he's getitng his shit food that I hate, well, maybe because I didn't want to celebrate in the first place and hate that fucking restaurant and then after vomiting the shitty bbq chicken he asks if I can take the bill because he paid the last time, well fucking congrats to me on my celebration, its like the world fucking has to revolve around him. Then on the way home I get to hear why Im such a negative person for an hour when he's "going out of his way to celebrate with me", excuse me what part of this is my celebration.