I have to admit life has been pretty boring the last couple of days. Between grocery shopping and cleaning the toilets there has not been much to it. P. has been working late (it’s 2:57 AM and he should be home any second now) for a new client. I actually talked on the phone this afternoon without screaming or name calling. P. called a little after we hung up to say my mom called him to let him know I was more civil!

P. has promised not to work late Thursday or Friday and to take me out both nights. I’ve been wanting to see Pirates of the Caribbean.

I did start my period so I guess I’m not pregnant. The thought had me freaked out. Now I’m actually pretty sad that I’m not.

P. came home Saturday afternoon. He spent the night at the cabin which is near Cookeville. I was so happy to see him! We talked all afternoon and night. He said he was not going to spank me until I proved that I really wanted him to be in charge! I told him I really did and would do anything to prove it! He told me that I was going to apologize to my mom and start to work things out. Well! When I opened my mouth to let him know what I thought of that he pinched my leg hard enough to leave a red spot. When I finished screaming because it hurt like heck, P. told me that he was going to do that anytime he thought I was going to open my mouth without thinking.

Sunday we went to Church with mom and dad. It was nice to see some of my friends from school. After Church we went to Jason’s Deli and ate. It almost killed me, but I told me mom I was sorry for what I said on the phone and for losing my temper. She apologized too and I started to cry! The whole time we were there P. would pinch me under the table when he thought I was about to go off. I think my dad figured out what was going on because he started laughing every time I jumped or yelled. When we got home I had a huge bruise on the side of my leg. P. and I layed on the couch and he held ice on it. That was wonderful!

I only have a few minutes for a blog. Today is grocery day, and I need to go to Publix. We are out of everything!

P. and I had a huge fight last night (Friday). My mom called him at work and told him what I said to her on Thursday. Okay, maybe I could have been a little nicer and not used so many “bad words”. That was one thing we agreed on – no swearing in our family. I accused him of taking her side and called him a few names. Maybe I said one or two bad words in the process. While I was screaming at him, he calmly yanked me over his knees and was about to spank me. I told him that if he put one hand on me I would call the police. The look on his face still hurts. He just stood and, without another word, left. I haven’t stopped crying yet. I know it was my fault. I just want him to come home.