Unhappy…

Dear Diary,
You know, I feel a little stupid because this morning or lastnight or whatever you want to call it I was all over the moon in love. Now I am just a tad bit sad and undecided as to how I’m supposed to feel. I know, that I will quite possibly be happy again a little later and I’ll give him half the benefit of the doubt and lend some of the blame for my sadness to my pregnancy hormones but well, life really is unfare isn’t it?
I’ve always thought that bragging about my happiness in love tends to jinx it and something not so nice happens, or the floaty happy overjoyed feeling goes away leaving me feeling stupid in love and well, blah blah blah.
He came home, not early but not too late mind you and things went relatively well. We were both happy and he kissed me, and touched me, and things were altogether rather mushy. He cooked us something to eat and we watch some Star Trek. Smiles. Yes Star Trek surprisingly I actually like that program. Anyway, I don’t exactly know what went wrong but then I felt tired and went for a little sleep on the couch and he started to watch his movie or whatever he was watching I seriously have no idea. At this point things are stil good… but when I woke up everytime I spoke to him he would just snap and I don’t really want to relay our conversation line by line because well I just wouldn’t be able to portray how I felt just by doing that and it probably would sound a little silly and stupid because it”s a real “had to be there” kind of situation. Eventually he got up and decided he was ready to go upstairs to bed, by this stage I just wasn’t particularly interested in being around him so I got up and went to use the computer since he was finnished with it. Little did I know, that he had disabled the internet connection within the controll pannel and well, I consider myself ok with computers but I had no idea how to enable it again, in fact I didn’t even think of going to the controll pannel. He knows that I’m not all that good with computers and so I am pretty sure that he did it on purpose so that I wouldn’t be able to use the internet.
When I went upstairs he of course clamed that he meant no such thing, and that he’d only disconnected the internet because he thought someone had guessed our password and was using our connection. Funny, that he didn’t disable the wireless connection so he could stil use the internet on his phone, and wich, is the most likely way someone could be tapping in to our network.
Did I mention? That there is this girl at his work? Lorain or Lauren whatever the hell her name is he says it differently depending on [I don’t know]. Don’t like her one bit. Don’t really know why. I’ve only met her briefly once, but I have a bad feeling about her. Nope!!!!! Don’t like her at all.
xxx