Kill.me.now.<\/p>\n
Holy fucking…. ARGH. Why can he not realize that his coming home a week early KILLED us for the month financially? So today he says “anytime you want, I’ll take over the finances so that we can better use our money.” Oh. He has no idea how fucking close I am. I’m so goddamn tired of trying to stretch things and make ends meet and make sure he gets what he wants, the kids get what they need, and everyone is fed in the process. I’m so fucking TIRED of this shit. I swear – once the tax refunds are here and (hopefully) everything is paid off – I just might fucking give him the finances. Let him deal with this shit for a while.
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\nHe says money means nothing to him – yeah, except when the phone gets cut off, or he can’t order his precious pay per views because it’s past due. It means nothing to him unless heaven forbid I tell him NO on something. The man insists on having brand new socks every time he goes back up to work – now tell me, HOW DOES HE LOSE\/RUIN A FULL PACKAGE OF SOCKS EVERYTIME HE GOES TO WORK? answer? he doesn’t. he just doesn’t like to wear them more then once. It makes. no. fucking. sense! 10 bucks a week is over 520 bucks a year wasted on SOCKS for crissakes! Sure, its a little thing -but that shit adds UP…<\/p>\n
He has to have this, that or the other thing – and a week off here, and need to buy this and that and and and and and and…<\/p>\n
you’d figure after 14 years of this he’d realize that I never get ANYTHING without slaving for months for it because I make sure HE gets EVERYTHING he wants, when he wants it or shortly thereafter. <\/p>\n
And now he’s decided that along with the starter problems I’m waiting for D to fix, that our oil pump MUST be back because there was a little hiccup while in anchorage or something… god knows what, the boy is a fucking DRAMA QUEEN – everything is worst possible scenerio right now. So what does he want to do to fix it? He wants to buy a fucking CAR for chrissakes! a CAR. when I need to catch up on house payments, I’m not making enough money to pay back student loans yet, and omfg it’d be nice to be sure we have food in the house. And that’s another thing – if we don’t have food that can be grabbed opened and eaten, our cupboards are empty and there’s no food in the house… none. just because GOD FORBID you have to MAKE something to eat….<\/p>\n
Oh, and when he DOES make something to eat, it’s a big ordeal if we don’t have what he uses to cook with on the slope. Well, excuse me – that shit costs MONEY, and we don’t HAVE any….And he doesn’t like the fact that we have small – you know, NORMAL sized bowls and shit when he’s used to an INDUSTRIAL kitchen.<\/p>\n
OH! and I got a lecture on LYING from the Drama Queen King of stretching all stories till they’re so thin theres no possibility of them holding water anymore… ME! All because I worded something very carefully to someone to make it the ABSOLUTE TRUTH – while avoiding a conflict I wasn’t in the mood to deal with. “That’s lying. If i had done that to you you would have come unglued when you found out. and he always finds out.” Fuck that shit. it was the absolute truth, and I don’t give a fuck if he DOES find out about it. What I said was true, and answered the question that had been posed to his satisfaction, avoided conflict I’m in no mood for….<\/p>\n
and I got lectured. All because he was listening in on my half of the fucking phone conversation. Serves him fucking right for evesdropping. And he hates hypocracy…. *snort* fucking bastard.<\/p>\n
just. just. ARGH.<\/p>\n
Kill me. Just fucking kill me.
\nOr at least tell me it’s fucking monday already and he’s gone back to work.<\/p>\n
ARRRRRRRRRGH!<\/p>\n
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