I just want to say

I know I've not kept up with my blog for a few months last year, probably cutting out any interest from my friends in checking it out, BUT today I'm really just using this to spew out some stuff that's been bugging me today.
First off my father-in-law comes up here to my level of the house, only AFTER my husband leaves for work and just walks into my living room and stares at the couch.  I ask him if there's something he needs.  No answer.  I ask him if he wants his couch back (most of the furniture is his after all).  He finally says that he bought some new couches for his level and was wondering if one would fit up here.  After he walks into the den and yells out JESUS!  really loud, he says we probably don't have any room.  Then he says he thinks "It's high time you guys started your own life.  So when do you think you'll be moving?  Well, do you think you'll actually be able to move to Arizona?"
I hate him.
I hate him.
I hate him.
He's loud and obnoxious and demanding and nosy.  He asks questions and makes assumptions he has NO business making.
And today is my wedding anniversary.  My 5 year anniversary and my husband isn't even home for it.
I'm not going to call my husband and ask him if he thinks his dad will throw us out, but that's what I'm worried about.  Plus, I'm not too crazy about what Al says about my life with my husband.  I know we are living in his house and all, but my husband said his dad wasn't doing anything with this space up here and he won't do anything with it after we leave like rent it out or furnish it or anything.
Ohhhh I hate him.
Of course, I want to get the hell out of here.  I've wanted that since the moment I got here!  I hate this place, I hate him, and he's totally put me into a different mind set where I can't write my book!
I'm writing a book by the way, a novel, and now I'm enraged enough to not be able to write.
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!