Tired

The title pretty much wraps it up ya'll. I'm tired. Not because of my daughter either. Because of Steven. We got into another fight. Surprise surprise. After Alina went to sleep I decided to go to work even though I have most of the week off. I don't want to fight in front of Alina. She's my life. All my parents do is fight now a days and I don't want Alina to feel like I do when they fight. It's just uncomfortable. So when she goes to sleep, I go to work. Well, instead of going to himself or playing his stupid games like he usually does, he called me and texted me over and over again. Every time we'd hang up he'd call back no more than a minute later. I can't work! I can't do anything. I try to tell him that I'll talk to him later that night but he won't take that answer. Well, no more venting, I have to get back to work.