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Sitting here waiting for my husband to get his act together to go on our drive. He pressured me to leave at 9, it's now 11. It will be noon before we leave. Typical. He has no conception of time. None. I'm feeling angry, and wishing I would have just gone by myself today and run on my own schedule, which always works best. But I'm trying to make a conscious choice not to argue with him all day and ruin my Mother's Day. Taking deep breaths and thinking about my therapy session tomorrow.
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