What am I supposed to blog about?

My HuZzbend has been telling me that I should blog. What the hell is blogging? It sounds like some problem that you have in the bathroom. Anyway, he set up this thing for me to do something with all the things that I worry about, since I don't like to talk. I don't know why he goes to all of this trouble because nobody is going to read this. But, oh well. I don't like to cry in front of my HuZzbend. He doesn't cry. He says that he used to be a big crybaby when he was little, and maybe he's all cried out. WHATEVER! I cry over money and not knowing what is going on. I cry when I feel overwhelmed at work and at home. I don't like crying in front of him because I don't want him to see me weak.

I don't like crying because my eyes get all puffy and my nose gets stuffy and I just bawl.

Is that spelled right? There's just so much going wrong in my life and it seems like every time things are going good, here we go again! I just need to know what's going on an that everything is getting done. That's all. Okay? Alright?