Must it still go on?
Talk about attitude problems. Fuck.
Here we go again. Back to the same ol' drawing board. Saturday night, I asked Bri to play a board game with me. So, I climb up on his toolbox which is in the closet, in order to reach the cheesy game "Operation". While retrieving said game, the entire collection of board games in the closet (which is a whole helluva lot) came crashing down upon my head. I was laughing, half-falling off the tool box when I asked Bri to come help me, please! He came over and squished me farther INTO the closet, which in turn, made the Payday game money and pieces go down the back of my shirt while Cranium, ironically, hit me right on top of the the head. I laughed & he laughed, blah blah. No big deal.
Today, whilst he was replacing the recessed lights in the hallway, he became frustrated and angry. When I asked why, his response was "Because these fucking things piss me off, that's fucking why!" So, as he was standing in the chair, I grabbed his legs & hugged them & tried to get him to laugh about it. He looked down at me with a mean face and just sighed. I felt kinda hurt, cuz I was only trying to make light out of the situation. And he just had to go be a dick about it.
After that, we got into a huge argument, where of course, as usual, I was to blame. Reason why? My friends called & invited Bri and I to come over to their house to watch the superbowl. I asked Bri "You want to go to Missy's & watch the game? They're gonna deep fry a turkey & they made lots of food. We can pick up some dessert to go!" Being excited, that I'd actually get out of the fucking house, he looked at me and said "Uhh, whatever" with this smart-ass smirk on his face like I had asked him to loan me 10 grand or something. He said "You're always making something out of nothing and it's fucking annoying".
I just got up, got some money off the table & asked him what he'd like me to pick up for dinner since he was busy doing house-stuff and he said "i don't care". I threw the money across the room and said "Fine, get your own fucking food from now on". I grabbed the keys and took off to my sister's for about 3 or 4 hours, just so I could cool off. When I got home & tried to talk to him, nothing. He ignored me. Wouldn't speak to me. Didn't say sorry. Nothing.
Well, I just can't take this shit anymore. I just can't do it. I've got to get a car & a job & get the hell out of here. Doesn't it seem petty that I'd be so upset over something like that? Yes, of course it does, you think. But, if you've taken that shit, on a daily basis for as long as I have, you'd get tired too.
And it's not just the stupid little shit like this. But, here's something that may make you shake your head. We've only had sex twice, that's right TWICE, since he's been home from California. So much for that. Fuck that shit. I'm not an ugly dog that someone would never have sex with. And it's not so much just the whole act of having sex, it's the intimacy that goes along with it that makes you feel close and connected. Apparently, he has no use for it.
UGH. I'm so sick of the men in my life treating me like shit. UGH.
Here we go again. Back to the same ol' drawing board. Saturday night, I asked Bri to play a board game with me. So, I climb up on his toolbox which is in the closet, in order to reach the cheesy game "Operation". While retrieving said game, the entire collection of board games in the closet (which is a whole helluva lot) came crashing down upon my head. I was laughing, half-falling off the tool box when I asked Bri to come help me, please! He came over and squished me farther INTO the closet, which in turn, made the Payday game money and pieces go down the back of my shirt while Cranium, ironically, hit me right on top of the the head. I laughed & he laughed, blah blah. No big deal.
Today, whilst he was replacing the recessed lights in the hallway, he became frustrated and angry. When I asked why, his response was "Because these fucking things piss me off, that's fucking why!" So, as he was standing in the chair, I grabbed his legs & hugged them & tried to get him to laugh about it. He looked down at me with a mean face and just sighed. I felt kinda hurt, cuz I was only trying to make light out of the situation. And he just had to go be a dick about it.
After that, we got into a huge argument, where of course, as usual, I was to blame. Reason why? My friends called & invited Bri and I to come over to their house to watch the superbowl. I asked Bri "You want to go to Missy's & watch the game? They're gonna deep fry a turkey & they made lots of food. We can pick up some dessert to go!" Being excited, that I'd actually get out of the fucking house, he looked at me and said "Uhh, whatever" with this smart-ass smirk on his face like I had asked him to loan me 10 grand or something. He said "You're always making something out of nothing and it's fucking annoying".
I just got up, got some money off the table & asked him what he'd like me to pick up for dinner since he was busy doing house-stuff and he said "i don't care". I threw the money across the room and said "Fine, get your own fucking food from now on". I grabbed the keys and took off to my sister's for about 3 or 4 hours, just so I could cool off. When I got home & tried to talk to him, nothing. He ignored me. Wouldn't speak to me. Didn't say sorry. Nothing.
Well, I just can't take this shit anymore. I just can't do it. I've got to get a car & a job & get the hell out of here. Doesn't it seem petty that I'd be so upset over something like that? Yes, of course it does, you think. But, if you've taken that shit, on a daily basis for as long as I have, you'd get tired too.
And it's not just the stupid little shit like this. But, here's something that may make you shake your head. We've only had sex twice, that's right TWICE, since he's been home from California. So much for that. Fuck that shit. I'm not an ugly dog that someone would never have sex with. And it's not so much just the whole act of having sex, it's the intimacy that goes along with it that makes you feel close and connected. Apparently, he has no use for it.
UGH. I'm so sick of the men in my life treating me like shit. UGH.