He has barely stepped out today, about 10 minutes, mostly in the yard each time.

I bought a prosciutto baguette sandwiche but could not eat it: the dogs and cat love it.

Hubby called me a 'bitch' again today while he yelled like a mad man in te car because i had asked him if he would mind driving a detour to go to the pet shop... For about a solid 7 or 10 years, I was called daily a whore, a hoe, a bitch, a crazy woman and a slut by him, many times daily. It is not like that anymore but every insult random here and there brings back pain and hurtful memories. Mom was great when I called her to chat about today. She is in Spain with my father. Hubby has a truly trashyside to him and it is very sad to us all given that he shames his family according me, who are all (or were all) exceptional people.