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Lastnight we argued because I got told to shut up in the grocrie store.
And then he called me "woman" in the car.
Today we argued because I teasingly scolded him infront of my moms kids.
He got really pissed off because he doesn't like being told what to do. Period.
And I wouldn't talk about it. So he just fumed. Told me I was being stupid.
That I was a really big bitch sometimes. And that he hates me sometimes.
And of course there were mutual fuck-yous. (Which is new for the two of us.
Especially because I half mean it.)
Great. Thanks. Nice things to say to your baby's ma'.
He went outside and hit something or something like that and broke his hand.
Because he was mad at me.
He won't go to the hospital.
And he won't put ice on it.
And he won't take Ibuprofine.
I didn't even know till we got to my fathers house and he told my dad.
I just can't stand this shit anymore
I don't know what to do.
I'm pretty sure though....that after the baby is here... I will pack her up and move up north.
With my grandma.
I told him the last time we argued that if he didn't have a job by the time the baby was here,
that was what I was doing.....And I meant it. I just don't want to.
What I want....is for him to get a job. Then he won't be around me all the time to drive me nuts. Or for me to feel like he's not pulling his weight around the house. Because nothing gets done unless I ask or do it myself. Even though he says I don't have to ask him to do things around the house. We won't be nit-picking at each other. He feels better physically and likes himself better when he works and then his head isn't so noisy and he is less stressed out. And that's the other thing. I won't be so stressed out, and scared. So life will be so much less problematic. It won't fix everything. Because a lot of the issue is how we deal with each other when we're upset. But generally speaking our problem boils down to him not having a job. I will be getting a job when I am healed up from the baby and work out a schedual for my mom. I will watch my baby and Jessiah when she works. And she'll help me with my daughter when she doesn't. I'll just schedual around hers. I'm hoping to find something small and part time. Low stress. Something from home would be ideal.
I've also decided that I am going to break down and just go to nursing school. It's a two-year degree and nurses always have a job. There are always sick people or dying people. And there is always a lack of GOOD nurses. And I know I'd be a good nurse. Besides I don't have to do it for the rest of my life. So it's ok. And it will be more stable then culinary. Which I plan to do still. Just after nursing.
And then he called me "woman" in the car.
Today we argued because I teasingly scolded him infront of my moms kids.
He got really pissed off because he doesn't like being told what to do. Period.
And I wouldn't talk about it. So he just fumed. Told me I was being stupid.
That I was a really big bitch sometimes. And that he hates me sometimes.
And of course there were mutual fuck-yous. (Which is new for the two of us.
Especially because I half mean it.)
Great. Thanks. Nice things to say to your baby's ma'.
He went outside and hit something or something like that and broke his hand.
Because he was mad at me.
He won't go to the hospital.
And he won't put ice on it.
And he won't take Ibuprofine.
I didn't even know till we got to my fathers house and he told my dad.
I just can't stand this shit anymore
I don't know what to do.
I'm pretty sure though....that after the baby is here... I will pack her up and move up north.
With my grandma.
I told him the last time we argued that if he didn't have a job by the time the baby was here,
that was what I was doing.....And I meant it. I just don't want to.
What I want....is for him to get a job. Then he won't be around me all the time to drive me nuts. Or for me to feel like he's not pulling his weight around the house. Because nothing gets done unless I ask or do it myself. Even though he says I don't have to ask him to do things around the house. We won't be nit-picking at each other. He feels better physically and likes himself better when he works and then his head isn't so noisy and he is less stressed out. And that's the other thing. I won't be so stressed out, and scared. So life will be so much less problematic. It won't fix everything. Because a lot of the issue is how we deal with each other when we're upset. But generally speaking our problem boils down to him not having a job. I will be getting a job when I am healed up from the baby and work out a schedual for my mom. I will watch my baby and Jessiah when she works. And she'll help me with my daughter when she doesn't. I'll just schedual around hers. I'm hoping to find something small and part time. Low stress. Something from home would be ideal.
I've also decided that I am going to break down and just go to nursing school. It's a two-year degree and nurses always have a job. There are always sick people or dying people. And there is always a lack of GOOD nurses. And I know I'd be a good nurse. Besides I don't have to do it for the rest of my life. So it's ok. And it will be more stable then culinary. Which I plan to do still. Just after nursing.