Today Glenn and I went out for lunch. As it is with just about every time we go out for a meal, some guys (according to Glenn) were staring at us. Or, more specifically, me. They are always male, and they are always white. This time, despite the fact that I was within his sight the whole time, he had the nerve to ask me if I spoke with these guys. Did I mention I have no idea who these guys are? And never do? Anyways, he spends the rest of the day going on about how rude these guys are for staring at me. Since I’m accustomed to this, and now understand the root of the problem, I try to ignore it. Then he decides to have a few drinks.

As with any other time he gets liquored up after we have a meal out together, Glenn decides that there has to be a reason why the guys were staring so hard. Of course that reason is me, and it’s not because I’ve lost 30 pounds, or because of my dreadlocks. Oh no! It’s because I’m a whore and a slut who can’t help myself but flirt with every man I see. Of course, if I try to deny these accusations I’m a liar who is trying to protect “my own kind”, whatever the fuck that means. *rolls eyes*

I wonder if he realizes what his life will be like if I take the kids and leave?