A get away...

But not really. I am going up north for the weekend. Aw, how nice that we are taking some time to regroup and be a couple huh? Not exactly... We get to got hang out with his friends for the whole fucking weekend. It is not that his friends aren't some really awesome people, but I just need sometime to heal with my husband or maybe without him. I really don't know, but I know that continuing this happy fucking facade is too overwhelming. I can't be myself and just morn anytime. During the day my roommate is here and at night Tony gets pissed that I am still upset. He fails to realize that my body is still going through this and I am not over it. Oh well... Off for a fucking great weekend...