1790bad ju ju
Dec. 18th, 2003 01:58 pm
Sweetie was pooty to me when I got home last night, he won't send his
Xmas cards for whatever reasons. I bought them, I let him pick out
which ones he liked best, I stamped them, I put return address labels
on them, and now they are sitting next to his laptop, which he uses
for hours and hours every day when he gets home from work. I know
some of it is job-hunting, posting resumes, etc. But I also know that
a lot of it is reading fark.com and chatting online with his freinds.
I'm sorry, but if you have 5 hours between the time you get home and
the time you go off for beer with M or go to bed, you've got time to
sign your name and put addresses on the envelope. And you are a grown
adult human who does not have broken hands, and I am NOT your mommy
or your wife. So do it yourdamself, and if your friends and family
don't get a card and blame me, well...fuck 'em.
He is doing his family like he did Nickie. Never washed her, brushed
her, walked her, or made regular vet appointments for her. But was
just so distressed when she died.
Show some love while they're alive, goddamn it.
I'm so frustrated with him.
And of course his good start on getting the kitchen table cleared of
his junk has stalled out. With lots of envelopes on the floor between
the living room and the dining/kitchen area. Which are exactly where
we walk from kitchen to LR, so they're getting kicked around when we
go in & out of the kitchen, and eventually one of the cats is going
to decide that they're kitty litter.
argh argh argh.
Must stop being bitter and evil towards the sweetie.
If I could find a way to pay the mortgage, I would *so* give him the
boot right now.
I do everything else. I am the one who spends money on new stuff for
the house. I am the one who cleans.
He only mows the front yard.
argh argh argh.
Must stop being bitter and evil towards the Sweetie.