...was not a very good day. It started out okay and ended okay, but the middle part of the day sucked but royally. The morning was pleasurable enough, and with my bag not giving me much trouble, we set out to go out and eat at a sit-down restaurant. You know, real silverware on the table, coffee cups and a coffee carafe for us to pour our own coffee, with cream and sugar and all the amenities that come with a sit-down restaurant.
Alas, it was not to be.
As we were traveling along the highway, our 10-year-old asked her dad to turn the radio up so she could hear it in the back seat. Well, instead of just turning it up a little, he cranked it up so loud no one could hear anything but the junky music on the radio. She yelled at him to please turn it down, as it was obviously too loud, and he refused, so I got pissed and shut it off.
Then he started screaming at me, about what, I don't remember anymore, and I screamed back to let me out of the truck. Of course he refused (at first), but then I kept screaming at him to pull over and let me out. By this time my patience had left and I was beyond ready to jump out as the vehicle was moving I was so beyond ready to be out of there!
He finally pulled over long enough for me to get out, and unfortunately, my daughter jumped out of the truck too. I did everything I could to get him to stop following me and eventually I convinced my daughter to get back in the truck with her dad and I stayed outside and walked around some more still not wanting to get back in the truck with either of them I was so upset and so ready to be done with everything with them both. I wasn't mad at her, but I was mad with her father.
Eventually I was back in the truck and headed home because while I was sitting on the ground, under a tree, I started leaking and was in no mood or position to go out, so I got home, jumped out of the truck and went inside to fix my leak.
Needless to say, a month later, I'm still less than pleased with my husband and daughter. I'm beyond ready to be alone again and not live with other people. I'm physically disabled with an enterocutaneous fistula that spews out human waste into a bag, which, if I'm lucky won't leak for at least four or five days and recently I had it last 11 days! Something of which I want to repeat on a regular basis. I finally figured out how to make it stick to my skin well enough that poop cannot leak through the lower part of the bag (near my private parts) and actually have somewhat normal days again. As long as my bag doesn't leak, life (other than the constant 24/7 pain I experience on a daily basis) is okay and I can do so-called normal things a person does - except work at a job.
