ptsd

i hope ya'll got through it whether you liked it or not. i don't put much into it but H always was in to it. so, i ususally get him a card and make a nice dinner. well it didn't go as planned yesterday. he went into the city to meet friends for lunch, stopped at thelocal "sauna" and then took the train back to sac. met him at the bar and he was stinking drunk. took his ass home and he kinda passed out. so, fuck the nice dinner. Just a flank steak with tater tots. gave him his card and thenwent to AJs to drop off his card. M and C also got cards. so while i'm away he stumbles down to gayway and gets me a card and flowers becuase he felt guilty for not getting me anything. i told him it was no big deal. when i get home he is half passed out on the chair and starts bitching at me because i gave other people cards. good god damn!