When it's good it's very good, but when it's bad.................there is a negative $150 in our joint account. Noon Update: negative $190 -- he's spent $600 since 8pm Thursday
Wednesday was payday from Uncle Sam. I had said that I needed to pull out a lot of money because...
1) I won't be home on Saturday (easy for Mr Man to "hang out" with whoever)
2) He's been in a funky mood, irritable, snappy, antsy (traits of "I'm gonna do something stupid")
3) Car payment, insurance and phone bills due and on direct draft.
What I cannot figure out is why this man is on a self destructive route. He wants to moan and groan that he's "broke" or can't "have it all" (boat etc). Yet, you can't sail a boat up your, well, whatever.
I have a friend with "special talents" who said to me "FYI don't let Tom have the truck this weekend and be sure you pull out some money". I said that I had already planned to take the money out and drive our 2002 GMC 4 dr 2500 truck on Saturday to the competition (OK that tells you what kind of money could be lost IF he were stopped for another DUI or worse and they impound the vehicle). We both got a good kick outta this because, GMTA!!!
See? I know better. I know that if given the opportunity and in his current mind set, Tom would pull a stupid outing.
Thursday (yesterday) he said that his chest hurt (from stress) and that he could not sleep because of all the pressure I've put on him.
He blew up at ME on Tuesday about certain laundry items left unfolded on a couch that HE sits on all day (and yes he could have folded them, but they were MINE, not HIS). And certain other miscellaneous household issues.
Bad me! OK. Fine, I admit that I'm not the world's neatest housekeeper. I get up, go to work M-F; on T,W,Th Miss T has dance and I usually bring her home so I don't get home before 7 or 8 or even 9pm depending on the day. We grab a quick meal, sometimes a drive through, sometimes an actual sit down restaurant type. My weekends are full with Miss T etc, and sometimes my Nanny wants to go shopping and I feel obligated to be with her ---- it's the least I can do. There are holiday weekends, dance weekends, festivals (like our Azalea Festival T was to dance at - but it rained thank you LORD!!), yard work or deck work etc. You know the drill.
Sometimes I just want to chill out --- do something crafty, read or just plain be lazy.
Mr Man's day........he gets up 6:15am, makes T's lunch, drives her to school and comes home and is back in bed until no earlier than 10:30, sometimes noon...............then it's a shower, leave at 1:30pm to get to school to wait till time to pick her up. Once home, she eats and gets her homework. Dance days are a bit rushed since she has to be there by 4 or 4:30 depending on the day....Tom drives her there.
I don't think that I ask too much.....
I will normally ask "what's for dinner" and boy do I get a big "SIGH" and "I don't know, I haven't thought about it" (4pm).
Or I'll say "did you happen to dry the clothes?" or "put the clothes IN the dryer"......response is "No I didn't know".....
Most days I come home and say "awww Katie what's wrong? (cat) oh no you don't have any water, poor kitty". KABOOOM!!
This week's major no no from me was "have you called the electric company about that exposed wire?"
OMG did I ever start WWIII -----now I'm putting "too much pressure" on him.
This man cannot handle everyday life PERIOD. And it seems more and more like he wants to be on this self destructive path. He enjoys playing the victim. Someone is always "against" him.....
So he turns to the drink...........then the drug.
Quite frankly I'm getting sick of it, and I don't believe I deserve this disrespect.