Update
My patience is being pushed to the limit. Every day, something new comes up from AMIL that I've been doing that bothers her. When I got back from my trip, it was the fact that I'd been using too much hot water. Now I'm not allowed to talk to Sweetie on the phone in private, because she doesn't trust that I won't start a fight between the two of them somehow.
I will grant that when Sweetie and I realized that we'd be flat broke, and possibly missing rent in August because I was out here, I freaked a little and got Sweetie worked up, and it started a fight. That was because everything I was hearing from AMIL involved not getting any money for years...which was going to be a big problem. That's been resolved.
Anyway. THEN she gets pissed at me for trying to help her figure out alternatives to shipping the cars, since the transport company fell through. She tells me that "I'm twice your age, I've already thought of everything" like being older makes her smarter than me somehow. This is the woman who's never had to make plans like this before because her husband handled everything, versus me who's moved every six months for the past few years and has plenty of practice because Sweetie and I share responsibilities like that. But she knows more. ><
Half the boxes that she's already gone through and told me were okay to seal, they were for Sweetie, she's demanded that I reopen because she doesn't believe me...despite the note I've been putting on the boxes (Sweetie's initials plus the date) to show that they've been checked. She's worried I'm going to steal something from her. But I can drive a truck full of her stuff across the entire fucking country. WTF????
I'm just getting so fed up with all of this bullshit, and I want to be home. I'm going to miss Sweetie's birthday, we KNEW that mine would be missed from the start. Money's getting tight to the point of "We might miss rent in August" because I've been out here twice as long as Sweetie had ever planned for, and while I'm HOPING to get a job right away, there are never any guarantees.
I really hope that karma's adding all this shit up. >
I will grant that when Sweetie and I realized that we'd be flat broke, and possibly missing rent in August because I was out here, I freaked a little and got Sweetie worked up, and it started a fight. That was because everything I was hearing from AMIL involved not getting any money for years...which was going to be a big problem. That's been resolved.
Anyway. THEN she gets pissed at me for trying to help her figure out alternatives to shipping the cars, since the transport company fell through. She tells me that "I'm twice your age, I've already thought of everything" like being older makes her smarter than me somehow. This is the woman who's never had to make plans like this before because her husband handled everything, versus me who's moved every six months for the past few years and has plenty of practice because Sweetie and I share responsibilities like that. But she knows more. ><
Half the boxes that she's already gone through and told me were okay to seal, they were for Sweetie, she's demanded that I reopen because she doesn't believe me...despite the note I've been putting on the boxes (Sweetie's initials plus the date) to show that they've been checked. She's worried I'm going to steal something from her. But I can drive a truck full of her stuff across the entire fucking country. WTF????
I'm just getting so fed up with all of this bullshit, and I want to be home. I'm going to miss Sweetie's birthday, we KNEW that mine would be missed from the start. Money's getting tight to the point of "We might miss rent in August" because I've been out here twice as long as Sweetie had ever planned for, and while I'm HOPING to get a job right away, there are never any guarantees.
I really hope that karma's adding all this shit up. >