Aggravation in a wallet.
"Ooh I love my ugly boy, so rough and tough and don't care bout anything but me, I love him 'cause he's so crazy, just crazy about me!" -Die Antwoord
So now that song is off my working mind maybe my mind will work!
I saw this video of a wedding between two people up against hard odds. They had been battling illness and poverty and got chosen for a surprise wedding, honeymoon, and cash towards the hospital bills. The whole scene was touching enough in concept, but when you saw these two homely people looking so loving and sweet, all you could think was that this was a Miracle in progress. They found not only each other, but the beauty in each other in a way that the shallow look from outside can not.
Well the whole time I saw her looking into his mug, that song was playing in my head, LOL!
If I had my druthers I'd do nothing but paint. Sadly, the world won't have it. Dan still hasn't taken care of his income tax responsibilities. He's supposed to get the reciepts in to the accountant. He's so fucking thoughtless not to. They're just not going to be able to get it done in time. Then the long-distance phone calls that can't be blocked will get more frequent till we just have to keep the phone unplugged. Oh wait, we already do. There's this one number that's been calling all kinds of times, multiple times through the day, monday to saturday. We put it on our call block list but it won't block.
I guess I've been "allergic" to the phone and front door for longer than since I met Dan but his money management skills simply aren't up to the job of being head of a family. His ego isn't up to the job of not being it. I'm left just stressed, day in and day out. No idea which way to turn because I'm not allowed to make my own decisions on my own, being married, and there's a vacuum with a wallet where there should be a spouse.
Well I got some bills paid.
Also feeling super aggravated at his feeding habits. The man goes through gallons of honey, peanut butter, salsa and chips and last night polished off three cups of cashews. Meanwhile the trail mix where I add in affordable foods to stretch our budget goes stale. The meat I buy in season and spend the whole day stocking in the fridge cooked, sliced, ready to eat, I eat it all myself. The fruit I buy goes to the rabbits and compost when I can't eat enough. He's like a fucking animal just chasing the cravings and habits of the moment, mindless, thoughtless, without consideration for the situation. No mindfulness, and he thinks if he works 14 hour days that'll make up for it all. It makes things WORSE because now he's completely absent from the damage his mindlessness causes. Come home at 10:30pm hungry and eat whatever is the most expensive and most recently bought food?
Well fuck you, daddio, you're going to have to go grocery shopping if you want any more of that crap.. I'm paying bills instead and stocking up quietly in small amounts for the summer on good, affordable nutritious food.
I heard that question. You wonder why I don't discuss it with him. Well I have. I've tried so many different ways of expressing myself that I could qualify for MPD and his answer is always the same, he will make more money, he earns it so he can spend it on what he likes and eat as he wishes. Then he refuses all other luxuries so he's got a good strong martyr stance. Then he turns around and weeps money off in small amounts to his american paypal account. Is he supporting that damn site? Socking away cash for himself? Paying for what? it's not a lot but it's not a little. Probably around a thousand a year, so yeah, not much. Unless of course his mother is not actually recieving the large amount sent each month.
Frankly he's just not creative or complicated enough to worry about what he's doing with a thousand a year. It's trying to manage this household that's driving me batty. the only reason I got that trail mix was because he was sucking it back like it was the only food. You see, it was being bought in small expensive batches. So I started buying enough to keep up with his appetite so he immediately quit eating it.
So basically, he only eats food that causes a problem for me in some way. Something I have to budget around and restock constantly.
If it was good food, meats and vegetables and fruits in variety, with the nuts as a supplement I'd be happy, but I wind up bagging the meat into the freezer to save it and then I eat it all, gradually, over the course of months while he utterly ignores it.
You put it on a plate, you add some salt, you eat it. You can microwave it a bit to warm it. You eat it.
Seriously? Why is he so stupid and stubborn?
So now that song is off my working mind maybe my mind will work!
I saw this video of a wedding between two people up against hard odds. They had been battling illness and poverty and got chosen for a surprise wedding, honeymoon, and cash towards the hospital bills. The whole scene was touching enough in concept, but when you saw these two homely people looking so loving and sweet, all you could think was that this was a Miracle in progress. They found not only each other, but the beauty in each other in a way that the shallow look from outside can not.
Well the whole time I saw her looking into his mug, that song was playing in my head, LOL!
If I had my druthers I'd do nothing but paint. Sadly, the world won't have it. Dan still hasn't taken care of his income tax responsibilities. He's supposed to get the reciepts in to the accountant. He's so fucking thoughtless not to. They're just not going to be able to get it done in time. Then the long-distance phone calls that can't be blocked will get more frequent till we just have to keep the phone unplugged. Oh wait, we already do. There's this one number that's been calling all kinds of times, multiple times through the day, monday to saturday. We put it on our call block list but it won't block.
I guess I've been "allergic" to the phone and front door for longer than since I met Dan but his money management skills simply aren't up to the job of being head of a family. His ego isn't up to the job of not being it. I'm left just stressed, day in and day out. No idea which way to turn because I'm not allowed to make my own decisions on my own, being married, and there's a vacuum with a wallet where there should be a spouse.
Well I got some bills paid.
Also feeling super aggravated at his feeding habits. The man goes through gallons of honey, peanut butter, salsa and chips and last night polished off three cups of cashews. Meanwhile the trail mix where I add in affordable foods to stretch our budget goes stale. The meat I buy in season and spend the whole day stocking in the fridge cooked, sliced, ready to eat, I eat it all myself. The fruit I buy goes to the rabbits and compost when I can't eat enough. He's like a fucking animal just chasing the cravings and habits of the moment, mindless, thoughtless, without consideration for the situation. No mindfulness, and he thinks if he works 14 hour days that'll make up for it all. It makes things WORSE because now he's completely absent from the damage his mindlessness causes. Come home at 10:30pm hungry and eat whatever is the most expensive and most recently bought food?
Well fuck you, daddio, you're going to have to go grocery shopping if you want any more of that crap.. I'm paying bills instead and stocking up quietly in small amounts for the summer on good, affordable nutritious food.
I heard that question. You wonder why I don't discuss it with him. Well I have. I've tried so many different ways of expressing myself that I could qualify for MPD and his answer is always the same, he will make more money, he earns it so he can spend it on what he likes and eat as he wishes. Then he refuses all other luxuries so he's got a good strong martyr stance. Then he turns around and weeps money off in small amounts to his american paypal account. Is he supporting that damn site? Socking away cash for himself? Paying for what? it's not a lot but it's not a little. Probably around a thousand a year, so yeah, not much. Unless of course his mother is not actually recieving the large amount sent each month.
Frankly he's just not creative or complicated enough to worry about what he's doing with a thousand a year. It's trying to manage this household that's driving me batty. the only reason I got that trail mix was because he was sucking it back like it was the only food. You see, it was being bought in small expensive batches. So I started buying enough to keep up with his appetite so he immediately quit eating it.
So basically, he only eats food that causes a problem for me in some way. Something I have to budget around and restock constantly.
If it was good food, meats and vegetables and fruits in variety, with the nuts as a supplement I'd be happy, but I wind up bagging the meat into the freezer to save it and then I eat it all, gradually, over the course of months while he utterly ignores it.
You put it on a plate, you add some salt, you eat it. You can microwave it a bit to warm it. You eat it.
Seriously? Why is he so stupid and stubborn?