Rant time. So, for the past week, Bobby's sister Kim, her husband Terry, and their son Eddie have…

Rant time.

So, for the past week, Bobby's sister Kim, her husband Terry, and their son Eddie have been down from Illinois. They go back in the morning and they've been staying at her dad's in Chattanooga. We went up there to do stuff with them today (we have been basically out of the house except to sleep since Like Tuesday) and Terry invites Bobby to stay the night again. So he stays.

I try to call him since he's ignoring/not getting my texts. He doesn't answer, then hangs up on me, then sends me straight to voicemail because he turned his phone off. I guess Terry took his phone from him and made him turn it off.

Anyway, my MIL calls Kim to see what the hell is going on and it turns out that Terry dragged Bobby out to drink and play pool, and there's no way to get ahold of either of them until they decide to come home. By this point I am FUMING. Bobby knows I hate it when I can't get ahold of him because it fucks with my anxiety. So now I'm worried that he'll drive home drunk or let Terry drive him home drunk and they'll get into an accident and Bobby will die. I'm also freaking out that he'll come home mad at me for trying to call him and text him and he'll throw me out... But I have nowhere to go and only $125 to my name, no job, no car...

He doesn't do this stuff normally, he doesn't drink or smoke too much... It's only when he gets around other people who are drinking and smoking.

But anyway, he's pretty much ignored me since they got here, and the entire time they've been here... We've been gone so much that it's stressing the dog out to the point that he's destroying things and acting out... And I just feel like he doesn't even love me at this point and he doesn't give a shit... So now I'm angry, miserable, and sleeping alone.