Resort to Baking a Pie

I need to get this irritation off my chest. It's probably going to sound ridiculously selfish, but I'm okay with that. As long as I'm not in denial. Jordan sends me e mails and posts on his facebook all the time about how much fun he's having and all the parties and bars he's going to and I understand that he's just telling me about his day and just keeping me informed about his going abouts in Kosovo, but I can't help but feel like he's rubbing it all in my face.

Me: "Today your dog ate cat poop, I had to get the car fixed, I worked 8 hours, spent $89 on a vet bill, and the fence still isn't done,"

Response: "I went to a party today and finally the other marine came and we went out to the bar and I danced. It was so cool because I don't really dance often, but I had a great time!"

I mean, I know he's not. He wouldn't do that. He doesn't try to make it seem like I'm getting fucked over, but I certainly feel like I am. So, I was really in a depressed mood today. I baked a Blueberry Cheesecake pie that was AMAZING. I was shocked at how something that I put in the oven turned out so delicious. It helped the day seem better I guess. I'm glad.