Well this has been a very hard couple weeks for me and my wife. Not that we are fighting, as a matter of fact we have never been closer. I received some very bad health news May 29th. I am not going to go into details here, I am just going to say that I am questioning my own mortality. It's bad, but I, my wife, and doctors are optimistic. I'm young and strong and have no other conditions that would affect my treatment that is going for me.
The basement is going to change. I am not a drinker anymore. I have not had or wanted a beer in over a week and a half. I am still going to use it to collect and display my vinyl, video games and baseball cards though.
I have some rough times ahead, I am going to fight and get through this. I am not sure how many people read this, but, wish me luck.
Thursday, May 31
Friday, May 11
Hints
Ok, we had the fight. It all came out. I informed my lady a few days later that I have changed my mind. At first I offered to let the scum stay here for 1 month. That's it. No longer. I figured no person in their right mind would pick up, move across country with a family with nothing to fall back on in case things turn out bad ( can't get a job, car breaks, kid gets sick). A 1 month stay is not very long. Well, I was wrong. It appears that the scum did not want to stay up there at all and were seriously considering making the move fully knowing they were only welcome to stay for 1 month, regardless of finding a job or not.
I told my lady they are not staying here at all. I changed my mind, knowing that if he were not to find a job, the 1 month stay would end up being longer. Screw that. I am not hampering my life at all concerning these people.
It has been a few days since I advised my lady of that. She has been dropping hints......."oh I wish they were here, they could help me with this, that, etc......" crap like that. Then she says " I know you don't want them here" I then told her for the millionth time, I don't care where they move, it is nothing personal. I'm not supporting them. Period.
I know this is going to come up again. I really don't want to get angry with my wife about this, I can understand her way of thinking. She loves her grand children, and wants to see them. It is not her fault that both her sons or worthless. The one up north is the youngest, he is the one constantly asking his mom for assistance. This dude needs to grow the fuck up. Looks like now he is going to have too. Next time my lady brings the subject up, I am going to have to tell her that regardless of how many times this is mentioned, I am not changing my mind. Period.
On a high note. I built the stand for my record albums. I decided to store them like record stores do, in crates so you are able to flip through them. Storing them like that does take up more space than a couple wall shelves, but, finding a specific record will be easier like that. I have made this stand/table large enough to store 8 crates that hold about 100 records a piece. Now, moving my records around to make space I noticed I do have alot of crap records, religious, classical, etc....and artists I really have no interest in, Dean Martin ( God, he made alot of fucking records) Tennessee Ernie Ford, Slim Whitman, crap like that. When I would buy records, I would buy in bulk. If I noticed a few in there I wanted, I would offer for the whole lot. Well, my crates will hold about 800 records, I know I have no where near that many that I want to keep, so I will have the room to expand. The table is not complete yet, I still need to get a top and place shelves on the underside for my baseball cards, but when it's done, It will be sweet.
I told my lady they are not staying here at all. I changed my mind, knowing that if he were not to find a job, the 1 month stay would end up being longer. Screw that. I am not hampering my life at all concerning these people.
It has been a few days since I advised my lady of that. She has been dropping hints......."oh I wish they were here, they could help me with this, that, etc......" crap like that. Then she says " I know you don't want them here" I then told her for the millionth time, I don't care where they move, it is nothing personal. I'm not supporting them. Period.
I know this is going to come up again. I really don't want to get angry with my wife about this, I can understand her way of thinking. She loves her grand children, and wants to see them. It is not her fault that both her sons or worthless. The one up north is the youngest, he is the one constantly asking his mom for assistance. This dude needs to grow the fuck up. Looks like now he is going to have too. Next time my lady brings the subject up, I am going to have to tell her that regardless of how many times this is mentioned, I am not changing my mind. Period.
On a high note. I built the stand for my record albums. I decided to store them like record stores do, in crates so you are able to flip through them. Storing them like that does take up more space than a couple wall shelves, but, finding a specific record will be easier like that. I have made this stand/table large enough to store 8 crates that hold about 100 records a piece. Now, moving my records around to make space I noticed I do have alot of crap records, religious, classical, etc....and artists I really have no interest in, Dean Martin ( God, he made alot of fucking records) Tennessee Ernie Ford, Slim Whitman, crap like that. When I would buy records, I would buy in bulk. If I noticed a few in there I wanted, I would offer for the whole lot. Well, my crates will hold about 800 records, I know I have no where near that many that I want to keep, so I will have the room to expand. The table is not complete yet, I still need to get a top and place shelves on the underside for my baseball cards, but when it's done, It will be sweet.
Friday, May 4
The Aftermath
Well, regarding my prior post. My wife's scum fuck son is not moving here. That came to a head one afternoon earlier this week.
My wife woke me up with a question. Why can't her son move his family here? I then explained to her at least for the tenth time, I could care less where he moves, he can move here if he wants. I will not support him, or his family. I told her that I have my own to take care of, her and the dog. He is an adult, he makes his own choices.
She flew off the handle. She yelled at me that them crashing here is not support. I had to bring her back to reality. I asked her then, what is it? Are they going to make the house payments, pay the electric, pay the cable, put gas in the fucking car? She said, no, they don't have any money, I said exactly. I will be supporting them. She went apeshit.
Well, to make a long story short, we had a very big fight, biggest one we have ever had. At one point, I thought the police would get involved, but they were not called. Things are ok now, kinda. I had to sit my wife down and explain to her that I loved her and cared for her, but I will not support an adult that has made bad choices and relies on others for assistance. I advised her that if she can not accept that, she could get her own place and move them in with her. We would break up. Period.
My wife is not stupid. She knows that I have given her the best life that she has ever had. She is not going to give that up for anything. Don't get me wrong. I love my wife. I did not, have not, or ever will threaten to kick her out or anything like that. I am not holding that over her head. I provide a great life for her, and myself, because I want too. It is time for her to finally accept the fact that she did her job with her kids, it's over. They are adults now, they can no longer rely on her for support. She has her own life and it does not center on them.
I have had to tell my wife this on several occasions. I'm getting real tired of dealing with this BS. In the middle of the fight, I called my boss thinking that I would be going to jail and to ask him for help if I were too, and that I would not be going to work that night. Needless to say, he was not very happy. I have not been back to work since this happened. I am probably going to be written up for my absence, which is understandable.
This shit is affecting my work now. I'm tired of it. I told my girl this and that I am on the fence so to speak as far as our lives together goes. I still think that breaking this off would be better. Things are only getting worse.
My wife woke me up with a question. Why can't her son move his family here? I then explained to her at least for the tenth time, I could care less where he moves, he can move here if he wants. I will not support him, or his family. I told her that I have my own to take care of, her and the dog. He is an adult, he makes his own choices.
She flew off the handle. She yelled at me that them crashing here is not support. I had to bring her back to reality. I asked her then, what is it? Are they going to make the house payments, pay the electric, pay the cable, put gas in the fucking car? She said, no, they don't have any money, I said exactly. I will be supporting them. She went apeshit.
Well, to make a long story short, we had a very big fight, biggest one we have ever had. At one point, I thought the police would get involved, but they were not called. Things are ok now, kinda. I had to sit my wife down and explain to her that I loved her and cared for her, but I will not support an adult that has made bad choices and relies on others for assistance. I advised her that if she can not accept that, she could get her own place and move them in with her. We would break up. Period.
My wife is not stupid. She knows that I have given her the best life that she has ever had. She is not going to give that up for anything. Don't get me wrong. I love my wife. I did not, have not, or ever will threaten to kick her out or anything like that. I am not holding that over her head. I provide a great life for her, and myself, because I want too. It is time for her to finally accept the fact that she did her job with her kids, it's over. They are adults now, they can no longer rely on her for support. She has her own life and it does not center on them.
I have had to tell my wife this on several occasions. I'm getting real tired of dealing with this BS. In the middle of the fight, I called my boss thinking that I would be going to jail and to ask him for help if I were too, and that I would not be going to work that night. Needless to say, he was not very happy. I have not been back to work since this happened. I am probably going to be written up for my absence, which is understandable.
This shit is affecting my work now. I'm tired of it. I told my girl this and that I am on the fence so to speak as far as our lives together goes. I still think that breaking this off would be better. Things are only getting worse.
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