Red Cross Volunteer?...Are you belittling me?
Well, I contacted the local Red Cross. Apparently, the St. Louis area is innodated with volunteers, but they took my application. I told them I was a special education teacher that specializes in illiteracy, in both children and adults. Surely, someone in the 180 families that were sent here would benefit from some tutoring. We will see if I get a call back.
My weekend was pretty stress free. I did get to go over to my girlfriends house and see women from our "group." I had a sangria that I really enjoyed, that was watered down with a lot of 7-up, so that I didn't have to worry about drinking and driving.
Our neighbor's came over for cards on Saturday night and the husband T. was an asshole, but I kicked his ass at spades with his wife, so it wasn't all that bad. After we had kicked the guys asses at spades he goes into this rant and rave about how he works and brings home the paycheck, so his wife should do everything else.
Apparently, she had requested that he make the bed when he got up every morning, since they are trying to sell the house. He refused. He also refuses to do ANY household work, laundry, and she has to BEG him to watch the kids if she needs to go out.
So, he starts going off on me because I have a lady who cleans our house once every 3 weeks. He tells me that he is better at cleaning the house than the both of us and continues to belittle us. This coming from a man who works out of the house and plays internet poker the whole time he is working...
Well, you can imagine how well I handled that. Actually, I was pretty proud of myself. I had a few beers in me, so the potential for disaster was there. I cut him off mid sentence, and said," You know, you otta be glad that you are not MY husband at this moment. "
*I stood up.*
I continued pointing back and forth at him and me, "You know why? We are too much alike. You and I are too much alike and you had better be counting your lucky stars that we are not the ones who are married."
*I slid open the sliding glass door to leave*
Him, "What? What does that mean? I don't understand..."
I cut him off once again and in a very sarcastic tone I said, "I know you don't understand," and I slid the door shut and headed upstairs.
I meant two things with that comment. I meant that we are more of the dominate people...alpha, but I also meant that he was a clueless idiot. If he was my husband, he would have been picked up out of his chair and thrown through the screen of the porch.
A few minutes later, my husband came upstairs, "Why did you leave me out there with those two?"
"I didn't leave you out there. You could have come in. You have free will just as I do. Did you actually expect me to just sit there politely and let him belittle me or did you expect me to get in a HUGE verbal battle with him? I thought I handled myself pretty well, by just leaving."
My husband thought about it and agreed with me. He then asked me to come downstairs, because T. had left and his wife was downstairs crying. I hugged her and jokingly told her to give T. a smack for me when she got home.
She does it to herself though. She caters to the man's every need. If he were my husband and treating me like that I would; stop doing his laundry, cook dinner early feeding only the kids and myself, take the shit the man left around the house and put it in a pile on his workbench in the garage, and put the baby on his belly first thing Saturday morning and I would be out the door for the day before he woke up.
If he then got my point, I would make sure that he knew that I do not mind doing those things for him, but he should not take me for granted. Talk about a testosterone dickhead that needs to be kicked down a few notches. His wife won't do it though. She has low self-esteem and will just continue to do everything and cry.
My husband ended up a happy man and after she left he was all smiles. I asked him why and he said. "I love it when T. comes over. Sure, I have made some poor choices, but he always makes me look good."-LMAO
My weekend was pretty stress free. I did get to go over to my girlfriends house and see women from our "group." I had a sangria that I really enjoyed, that was watered down with a lot of 7-up, so that I didn't have to worry about drinking and driving.
Our neighbor's came over for cards on Saturday night and the husband T. was an asshole, but I kicked his ass at spades with his wife, so it wasn't all that bad. After we had kicked the guys asses at spades he goes into this rant and rave about how he works and brings home the paycheck, so his wife should do everything else.
Apparently, she had requested that he make the bed when he got up every morning, since they are trying to sell the house. He refused. He also refuses to do ANY household work, laundry, and she has to BEG him to watch the kids if she needs to go out.
So, he starts going off on me because I have a lady who cleans our house once every 3 weeks. He tells me that he is better at cleaning the house than the both of us and continues to belittle us. This coming from a man who works out of the house and plays internet poker the whole time he is working...
Well, you can imagine how well I handled that. Actually, I was pretty proud of myself. I had a few beers in me, so the potential for disaster was there. I cut him off mid sentence, and said," You know, you otta be glad that you are not MY husband at this moment. "
*I stood up.*
I continued pointing back and forth at him and me, "You know why? We are too much alike. You and I are too much alike and you had better be counting your lucky stars that we are not the ones who are married."
*I slid open the sliding glass door to leave*
Him, "What? What does that mean? I don't understand..."
I cut him off once again and in a very sarcastic tone I said, "I know you don't understand," and I slid the door shut and headed upstairs.
I meant two things with that comment. I meant that we are more of the dominate people...alpha, but I also meant that he was a clueless idiot. If he was my husband, he would have been picked up out of his chair and thrown through the screen of the porch.
A few minutes later, my husband came upstairs, "Why did you leave me out there with those two?"
"I didn't leave you out there. You could have come in. You have free will just as I do. Did you actually expect me to just sit there politely and let him belittle me or did you expect me to get in a HUGE verbal battle with him? I thought I handled myself pretty well, by just leaving."
My husband thought about it and agreed with me. He then asked me to come downstairs, because T. had left and his wife was downstairs crying. I hugged her and jokingly told her to give T. a smack for me when she got home.
She does it to herself though. She caters to the man's every need. If he were my husband and treating me like that I would; stop doing his laundry, cook dinner early feeding only the kids and myself, take the shit the man left around the house and put it in a pile on his workbench in the garage, and put the baby on his belly first thing Saturday morning and I would be out the door for the day before he woke up.
If he then got my point, I would make sure that he knew that I do not mind doing those things for him, but he should not take me for granted. Talk about a testosterone dickhead that needs to be kicked down a few notches. His wife won't do it though. She has low self-esteem and will just continue to do everything and cry.
My husband ended up a happy man and after she left he was all smiles. I asked him why and he said. "I love it when T. comes over. Sure, I have made some poor choices, but he always makes me look good."-LMAO