Hubby and I just passed our 20-year wedding anniversary on Jan. 27.

He told me that night that he's leaving next week for a week-long fishing trip to Florida. He, his brother and father have done this every year for years. However, this year they weren't going, then BOOM.

I'm feeling pretty washed out. My daughter is newly pregnant and married, and afraid to be alone because of her anxiety with her back. So she's sitting her hateful self in my face 24/7...demanding and criticizing.

Hubby and I have several issues currently in the fire right now and he's leaving.

My little man has been so sick with the flu and just doing better. I'm sleep deprived and need help. He's my helper because I can count on no one else.

I have no one else here because everyone depends on me, and he picked one heck of a time to take off without even enough time for me to attempt to prepare.

Top that off with, "happy anniversary, hon, i'm outta here no matter what," and I feel like a doormat...the one that was thrown out. Sure he asked me if I didn't want him to go, but then I'm the bad guy. He knows better...

God only knows how I know he needs that trip and I want him to have it, but the timing and notice bites. God only knows how much I need a trip as well...one that nobody cares if I ever get.

KD