*sigh*
Again I'm the huge horrible bitch.
A week or so ago lackland told me that he had a friend that needed a place to stay for a bit. I declined to open my house to her because wiccachild had just moved in and we only have three bedrooms. I thought the subject was over.
Thursday I mentioned that we were going to have a few problems because I was going to have trouble making the bills. He got all indignant because he's giving me all he has (but he can still afford junk for himself and snacks and toys). He yelled at me that he was trying to help because he was still talking to his friend about moving in. Um, you mean the friend that I said no to? Yeah, that one. I again explained that we didn't have room and he sighed heavily and stormed off.
Today he comes home, trailing a girl. He says that she's staying here for a bit because her boyfriend was being abusive and she needed to stay somewhere until she could get on her feet again. Uh, excuse me? Do you think you could have at least called me to say something before you got here? I was on the phone and in the game when he got home so I told him we'd talk later and I'd be out of game in a couple of hours so we could go get groceries. He said that no, we wouldn't talk later. I simply shook my head and walked off. He later told me that it was his room that she was sharing and therefore since he was paying rent on the room that I had no say over who he had in there with him. He doesn't feel that he should have called me because my brother didn't when he was staying here and his girlfriend kept staying over. Well, my brother actually asked me beforehand and got the okay from me before she spent so much time and so many nights over here. Not to mention that I'd gotten to know her and was comfortable with her.
Why am I the horrible bitch because I have a problem with him yet again ignoring me and my feelings and my reasoning for doing things? Why does it not matter that I have a problem with the way he insists on doing things? I told him that money was tight, so we needed to keep things as low cost as possible. As a matter of fact, I could have got enough groceries for just me for the week on only $20. And yet $90 later at the store because of his food and drink ... And again I'm the horrible person for pointing out that most of it was his stuff and that I can't afford to feed him like this.
Fifty Six days and I'll have some idea of when this hell is going to be over. I'm tired of being the bitch all the time.
A week or so ago lackland told me that he had a friend that needed a place to stay for a bit. I declined to open my house to her because wiccachild had just moved in and we only have three bedrooms. I thought the subject was over.
Thursday I mentioned that we were going to have a few problems because I was going to have trouble making the bills. He got all indignant because he's giving me all he has (but he can still afford junk for himself and snacks and toys). He yelled at me that he was trying to help because he was still talking to his friend about moving in. Um, you mean the friend that I said no to? Yeah, that one. I again explained that we didn't have room and he sighed heavily and stormed off.
Today he comes home, trailing a girl. He says that she's staying here for a bit because her boyfriend was being abusive and she needed to stay somewhere until she could get on her feet again. Uh, excuse me? Do you think you could have at least called me to say something before you got here? I was on the phone and in the game when he got home so I told him we'd talk later and I'd be out of game in a couple of hours so we could go get groceries. He said that no, we wouldn't talk later. I simply shook my head and walked off. He later told me that it was his room that she was sharing and therefore since he was paying rent on the room that I had no say over who he had in there with him. He doesn't feel that he should have called me because my brother didn't when he was staying here and his girlfriend kept staying over. Well, my brother actually asked me beforehand and got the okay from me before she spent so much time and so many nights over here. Not to mention that I'd gotten to know her and was comfortable with her.
Why am I the horrible bitch because I have a problem with him yet again ignoring me and my feelings and my reasoning for doing things? Why does it not matter that I have a problem with the way he insists on doing things? I told him that money was tight, so we needed to keep things as low cost as possible. As a matter of fact, I could have got enough groceries for just me for the week on only $20. And yet $90 later at the store because of his food and drink ... And again I'm the horrible person for pointing out that most of it was his stuff and that I can't afford to feed him like this.
Fifty Six days and I'll have some idea of when this hell is going to be over. I'm tired of being the bitch all the time.