It's Official! Alan is an ASSHOLE

Dear Confusia,
I wanted you to be the first to know. I absolutely HATE Wednesdays. For years now I had been of the false impression that Mondays were the worst days of the week, but today it became abundantly clear to me that Wednesdays are indeed the most horrible days of the week. The thing about Mondays is that usually you are at least fresh after a few days off from the wear and tear of a work week. Therefore you can go into work on a Monday morning and although you don't really WANT to be there, you can handle it because you've been at rest for a few days. Wednesdays, however, they just suck. You are totally burnt out from the week up until that point AND you still have the overwhelming sense of doom that comes with knowing that you're week is ONLY at the half way point. Therefore, I would like to nominate Wednesdays as the bane of my existence.
Sincerely,
Terps

You know, particularly today, I would be inclined to agree with you. This day keeps going and going...It's the fucking Energizer Bunny of days. My ass is numb, and I'm just about out of crap to Google. Plus, I had a crappy night last night, and am still pissed off about it...Beware my righteous INDIGNATION!!! Mr. Confusia took a big gamble last night. He saw a beer can out on the porch, and asked about it. I told him that Bob offered me a beer. He then was like, "Oh, uh huh." I sat him down and told him what happened. He accused me of lying. so fuck him!!! I'm pissed at Bob, pissed at Mr. Confusia, who has lost the right to share my name, and will be exposed right now as Alan, the asshole of the world. Not only should he have believed me, but he should have apologized for putting me in the position where Bob felt free to make his offer, and then, oh, I don't know, maybe asked BOB WHY THE FUCK HE'S COMING ON TO HIS WIFE. Which, even then, he doesn't have the right to ask since he's the asshole who took off three weeks ago. Instead, fuckface accuses me of basically being not just a slut, but a LYING slut. I realize I'm in a rant, so be it. He showed up last night DRUNK at 11 pm telling me how much he loves me and misses me, then proceeds to totally betray me. I tell you now he's got a lot of shit waiting in plastic bags for him to pick up. Or NOT...I can always burn it! I'm telling you...if I don't get the most grovelling fucking apology of ALL TIME, he's going to really not like me very soon.
Love, Confusia

And you know what else, Terps?? I have had three days of having the most irritating 6th graders in the history of the WORLD ANd now, I've been told I can't send them back to the office because there's nothing more she can do this close to TAKS. She can't send them home. So, I'm just babysitting a bunch of irritating little shits. I am getting more irate by the minute!! If you knew the shit I'm dealing with right now....Whiny, lazy, no motivation, noisy, excuse making, complaining little fucks.
Love, Confusia

OK, I'm not even joking here. AGAIN I made a long reply to what you had replied and I come back on and it's disappeared and has been replaced by something you have typed. I can only assume that if we are each on here at the same time, the last one to hit save wins. Wow. And again I don't have it in me to say everything that I said before but I will sum it up as best I can. Basically, my question to you was does a grovelling apology really do anything at this point? I'm curious if he shows up and says I'm SO sorry that I accused you of things and I'm SO sorry that I have continually put myself and my needs above those of my family, and will very likely continue to do so, does that that really fix anything? The way I see it, I have been MORE than fair in regards to him being as how he has continually accused me of being a bad influence on you (the lunacy of which I can't even begin to delve into at this point), but I'm at the point now where I couldn't give a fuck if I say something that he finds offensive. I find him to be a self-serving, judgemental idiot who has done nothing to prove himself worthy of my friend. I realize that these words will come back to bite me in the ass if you two happen to reconcile, but he's offered me no apologies for the accusations he's put upon me, so I'm not inclined to change how I feel about him. At least as far as my view of him goes, there is some truth to it. As near as I can tell, he is a fuck up. To be totally honest, I have often thought that the only way you and I would be able to see each other should you and he remain married would be if we did it in secret. I find that troubling. I find this whole situation very troubling.