Never. Never. Again.
Rusellina was a friend of ours in Orange County. He would watch the dogs for us, and drive us to The Husband's parents when our car broke down. We spent lots of weekends together, but it was always in very small doses.
He called, wanting to visit. I asked him to keep it to three days.
He booked a trip here for 10 fucking days! He's driving us crazy!
His flight was five hours late (not his fault, but very annoying.) He lays around in jammy pants with the back of the pants split out and no underware on under those! (I made him go to Walmart and buy new ones..)He doesn't do any of his dishes, he won't help us with the dogs, he's basically using us as an extended stay hotel. I hate him for it.
I'm thinking of writing him a letter that will arrive when he lands, using his favorite saying to lovers who are no longer useful to him, "Loose my number."
Yesterday, we were supposed to go to the philbrook museum for my birthday, and he broke his glasses right as we were walking out the door. We had stop everything, go to Lenscrafters in the fucking mall, and I made him choose: either stay there all day by himself or go to Philbrook with us and wear his sunglasses. He chose to go with us. It felt good to stand up for myself!
They say, "A house guest is a gift from above.." It has afforded us several wonderful moments: The Husband and I sneak away to make out to get away from him, I am now concentrating on everything but him, which gives me focus and motivation. (Who knew putting my clothes away could be so much fun!)
I'm thankful for the focus and motivation, but I cannot wait for him to leave. He sucks and I don't want to be friends anymore. How Sad.