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The last two days have been peaceful. No yelling, no screaming, no attitudes between Roy and I. I guess he finally decided that the girls and I were worth it, and didn't want to know what it was like with us gone.
Given the fact that I gave back the shit he dealt on the way back home from Stockton the other night, I stood my ground. And I think he finally reached his 'whoa' point. I had already written my 'Dear John' letter and was fixing to kick him out of the truck on the way back home. Hell, I was so mad at him that I made him piss on the side of Main Street on the way into town, because he refused to go to a gas station and use the bathroom there.
I figured if he wanted to be the world's biggest dick, I could be the world's biggest bitch, and grow a set. When I'd said I'd had it, I had had it. In retrospect, though, making him pull a pit stop on Main St Joplin wasn't the most smart thing to do; though at the time I could have given two shits less.
I'm really glad that Roy has finally woken up and realized that I'm a good woman who will listen if treated with respect, and is also listened to and communicated with. I listen better when the person talking is not yelling and fabricating lies just for the sake of talking because they have lips to do it with. Which is why I say very little anymore when I'm pissed off, for fear of saying something I may regret later.
We dined on that 13 1/2 inch channel catfish tonight he'd brought in up at Stockton. I double checked the species, it was definitely a channel. And yes, it tasted really good! We also dined on the 5 bluegill that I'd cleaned.
We've been slathering each other in aloe the last day or so now, his burn is healing and his back has been itching. My chest, back and arms are itchy, the backs of my legs aren't too bad, but I'm definitely getting a tan. We'd gone to Carthage yesterday to get liver from Bud & Gloria's Bait Shop next to Kellogg Lake in hopes of doing some 'catting' (catfish fishing, 'catting' is just shorter!), but the lake was PACKED and Spring River was too swift, so we ended up driving out to Pin Oak instead. Roy got two huge bites both times he threw his line out. He was so pleased to finally have gotten some semblance of a fish-sign, he practically beamed all the way home! He wants to go back out, to do some night fishing here soon. He fixed both of his poles to where he can use them still (he'd broken just the tips off, but still salvageable), ordered he and I each one new reel/rod combo off of Fingerhut each. I'd bought myself a new open-faced rod/reel combo before we'd left for Stockton, still took my close-faced with me... I'm glad I'd learned to use my open-faced, as my close-faced reel broke. No biggie, I still have the rod, I just have to buy another reel... which will more than likely be open-faced.
The whole rod/reel combo thing is much more confusing... I'm still used to saying pole. Eh, it's kinda whatever.
I had had dreams of a certain someone over the weekend. I'm not sure if it's because Roy was drunk on Saturday night and had passed out in the truck (which he'd done Sunday night as well, until 3 AM when he got rain in his face from the window being open and finally came in the house) rather than sleep in the tent (which was too hot for him) and we were still rather upset at each other over his hysterics, or what... but I didn't go to bed mad at him. I laid in the tent and prayed for Roy, for our situation... asked for guidance.
It seems I'm always asking for guidance.
And as I drifted out, I got this sensation I had fallen asleep on the ocean on a raft, and that that certain someone was right there next to me. Honestly, I am not sure why. He hasn't said anything to me in five months now, and I haven't seen him in just about the same amount of time. My pyrocant, but a lost cause. And God's Grace and blessing be with him. *sigh* I guess you could still say I miss him, but honestly, that's the first time in a while I'd thought about him.
Oh... Darrin tried to get ahold of us a couple weeks ago, asking forgiveness about calling DFS on us, I guess. While Roy and I were in Stockton, he tried to get ahold of my grandma B, wanting to talk to her 'confidentially'. Gramma told him where to stick it, and she didn't want to talk to him about anything. (We have very limited signal out there, so I spoke to her for all of about maybe 3 minutes and then couldn't get through to her again after I lost signal and regained it.)
Well... come to find out that Brenda kicked him to the curb about 5 days ago, perhaps a week ago. She also blocked him on FB. Funny how the one cool gf that D had, I liked- and had NO issues with, bad vibes from, etc, is the one that decided enough was enough. From what happened, Roy and I gathered that D was trying to get back into our house so he'd have a place to sleep after Brenda dumped him. No... calling DFS on family is an automatic unforgivable sin; do not pass GO, do not collect $200.
I cleaned out Fred the Goldfish's tank today. All I could say on that subject was EW. Algae, algae and more algae. I'd never had an issue with algae until I got this 36 gal bowfront. Meh.
It's about time for bed. I need to finish making it so we can go to bed. We've completely caught up on wrestling, I can't wait for Thurs Night SmackDown and then this Sunday is another PPV, Money In The Bank. Rooting for Ambrose to get the WWE Champ Belt and Reigns or Neville to get the Briefcase. Eh... it's a wrestling thing.
I've also been reading Jacqueline Carey's books, her Kushiel series. I need to get the other one, the Naamah series. I'd read the first two, but that was about two years ago. I'ma check out Amazon and see what they have.
Given the fact that I gave back the shit he dealt on the way back home from Stockton the other night, I stood my ground. And I think he finally reached his 'whoa' point. I had already written my 'Dear John' letter and was fixing to kick him out of the truck on the way back home. Hell, I was so mad at him that I made him piss on the side of Main Street on the way into town, because he refused to go to a gas station and use the bathroom there.
I figured if he wanted to be the world's biggest dick, I could be the world's biggest bitch, and grow a set. When I'd said I'd had it, I had had it. In retrospect, though, making him pull a pit stop on Main St Joplin wasn't the most smart thing to do; though at the time I could have given two shits less.
I'm really glad that Roy has finally woken up and realized that I'm a good woman who will listen if treated with respect, and is also listened to and communicated with. I listen better when the person talking is not yelling and fabricating lies just for the sake of talking because they have lips to do it with. Which is why I say very little anymore when I'm pissed off, for fear of saying something I may regret later.
We dined on that 13 1/2 inch channel catfish tonight he'd brought in up at Stockton. I double checked the species, it was definitely a channel. And yes, it tasted really good! We also dined on the 5 bluegill that I'd cleaned.
We've been slathering each other in aloe the last day or so now, his burn is healing and his back has been itching. My chest, back and arms are itchy, the backs of my legs aren't too bad, but I'm definitely getting a tan. We'd gone to Carthage yesterday to get liver from Bud & Gloria's Bait Shop next to Kellogg Lake in hopes of doing some 'catting' (catfish fishing, 'catting' is just shorter!), but the lake was PACKED and Spring River was too swift, so we ended up driving out to Pin Oak instead. Roy got two huge bites both times he threw his line out. He was so pleased to finally have gotten some semblance of a fish-sign, he practically beamed all the way home! He wants to go back out, to do some night fishing here soon. He fixed both of his poles to where he can use them still (he'd broken just the tips off, but still salvageable), ordered he and I each one new reel/rod combo off of Fingerhut each. I'd bought myself a new open-faced rod/reel combo before we'd left for Stockton, still took my close-faced with me... I'm glad I'd learned to use my open-faced, as my close-faced reel broke. No biggie, I still have the rod, I just have to buy another reel... which will more than likely be open-faced.
The whole rod/reel combo thing is much more confusing... I'm still used to saying pole. Eh, it's kinda whatever.
I had had dreams of a certain someone over the weekend. I'm not sure if it's because Roy was drunk on Saturday night and had passed out in the truck (which he'd done Sunday night as well, until 3 AM when he got rain in his face from the window being open and finally came in the house) rather than sleep in the tent (which was too hot for him) and we were still rather upset at each other over his hysterics, or what... but I didn't go to bed mad at him. I laid in the tent and prayed for Roy, for our situation... asked for guidance.
It seems I'm always asking for guidance.
And as I drifted out, I got this sensation I had fallen asleep on the ocean on a raft, and that that certain someone was right there next to me. Honestly, I am not sure why. He hasn't said anything to me in five months now, and I haven't seen him in just about the same amount of time. My pyrocant, but a lost cause. And God's Grace and blessing be with him. *sigh* I guess you could still say I miss him, but honestly, that's the first time in a while I'd thought about him.
Oh... Darrin tried to get ahold of us a couple weeks ago, asking forgiveness about calling DFS on us, I guess. While Roy and I were in Stockton, he tried to get ahold of my grandma B, wanting to talk to her 'confidentially'. Gramma told him where to stick it, and she didn't want to talk to him about anything. (We have very limited signal out there, so I spoke to her for all of about maybe 3 minutes and then couldn't get through to her again after I lost signal and regained it.)
Well... come to find out that Brenda kicked him to the curb about 5 days ago, perhaps a week ago. She also blocked him on FB. Funny how the one cool gf that D had, I liked- and had NO issues with, bad vibes from, etc, is the one that decided enough was enough. From what happened, Roy and I gathered that D was trying to get back into our house so he'd have a place to sleep after Brenda dumped him. No... calling DFS on family is an automatic unforgivable sin; do not pass GO, do not collect $200.
I cleaned out Fred the Goldfish's tank today. All I could say on that subject was EW. Algae, algae and more algae. I'd never had an issue with algae until I got this 36 gal bowfront. Meh.
It's about time for bed. I need to finish making it so we can go to bed. We've completely caught up on wrestling, I can't wait for Thurs Night SmackDown and then this Sunday is another PPV, Money In The Bank. Rooting for Ambrose to get the WWE Champ Belt and Reigns or Neville to get the Briefcase. Eh... it's a wrestling thing.
I've also been reading Jacqueline Carey's books, her Kushiel series. I need to get the other one, the Naamah series. I'd read the first two, but that was about two years ago. I'ma check out Amazon and see what they have.