I have had a hell of a week. On Wednesday night I almost left my husband.

I already had some of my shit packed and in my car. I stayed after he cried and swore he would change and said that I would give him a chance to prove himself. Now I'm in some sort of weird limbo because I don't know if I'm making the right decision.

Also, the One That Got Away or the Great White Buffalo decided now would be an appropriate time to contact me and profess his undying love for me. I do not regret telling him, "You have the worst timing in the entire world. Fuck off."

Just to complicate matters even more right now, I'm bipolar and I'm feeling a definite upswing. That's okay, I didn't wanna sleep or be able to make decisions in a rational way and I totally wanna be an irritable bitch.

How you doin', GT?