I'm having a day myself. I just had a little tift with my mom's husband. My camera broke and i have been borrowing theirs. Last week was his 80'th birthday party and my mom told me to come and take the pictures since I have their camera, and they would come by and pick up my memory card and get them developed. they came today and got the memory card and then he said he didn't know which pictures to have devloped, and i told him they put the card in the machine and pick their pictures, and he said he wanted the camera back to pick them before then.
I meen - it's their camera and they have every right to it, but I had plans to take some pictures this week - one of me at a heavy weight for my weight watchers memories and some of the kiddos.
I think the most bothersom thing about it is that it wouldn't have done any good to just tell him that because when he doesn't get his way he throws a big fit, cusses, gets abusive and scares me, so I just handed it over like a good little girl and now i'm so frustrated that I can hardly move or breathe.
I just really haven't developed any coping skills yet that don't involve smoking or eating and don't know what to do with this crap i'm feeling. I can feel the muscles in my back clenching and tears are just running down my face without my permission!
[B]My Milage:[/B]
[B]My Quit Date: [/B]7/17/2006
[B]Smoke-Free Days:[/B] 553
[B]Cigarettes Not Smoked:[/B] 41,475
[B]Amount Saved:[/B] $10,368.75
[B]Life Gained:[/B]
[B]Days:[/B] 49 [B]Hrs:[/B] 8 [B]Mins:[/B] 52 [B]Seconds:[/B] 12
