Personal Hour, Mad at the Husband.

It's hard to get excited about anything anymore, the things that used to make me the happiest now I could care less about.  I love music more than anything, I used to go to at least three concerts a year but now I give two shits.  I am always let down by my non concert loving husband.  He doesn't appreciate the music like I do.  If he appreciated me, he would want to make me happy. Music takes me to a place where I am not so alone, I don't feel judged, I feel nothing but joy.  I don't live in a big city where music is everywhere so when it is here, I want to go.  It's always a money issue even though he knows months in advance.  It hurts. Fuck it.


I just reread this and I kind of sound selfish and shitty, LOL.  In my defense there is a lot more to the story, it's not just lack of concert anger,  it's more.  This was just bitch fest.  We all need it sometimes.