My hunky contractor came over to my office on Friday to ask if they were making too much noise (demolition of the bathrooms at work). Now, this sounded like a total excuse to come over and talk, and I was nervous as a cat. We talked about art (he had a cool shirt on), and I told him about the "Bring Your Art to Work Day" festivities starting at 11: ( Read more... )

This was so unusual for me, I just have to post about it ( Read more... )

Tonight I start the first of four two-hour classes entitled "Living Well with Diabetes." Once a week for four weeks. Ugh ( Read more... )

Just got off the phone from talking to my mom. As usual, she wanted to tell me how my dad was "the worst he's ever been," how he has severe Alzheimer's, etc., etc. He won't lift a finger around the house; his driver's license was revoked, and yet he still drives--"I called DMV a couple of weeks ago and turned him in for driving ( Read more... )

I am so sick of his fucking rules. He has rules for everything, and I mean everything. He is critical of everything...even my personal favorite, as of late: I don't flush the toilet enough. OK, we're in a drought here in California, with forced water rationing, and it's *my* toilet (he uses the other bathroom), but one time he uses mine, sees that ( Read more... )

I remember one of the shrinks I saw one time nailed me big time when she said, after listening to me explain why I didn't do xyz or say xyz to D, "Oh, that's right...I forgot that you're afraid of him ( Read more... )

I think I need to post more. I tend not to post when it's the same old pissy stuff going through my head, but I need to get that out of my head and onto the page so I can destress or something. I swear, I think I'm going to have a stroke sometimes I am so filled with anger and rage ( Read more... )

I am livid (well, last night I was livid, today I am angry, but also sad, confused, perplexed, etc.). Once again, D has not put the 15th of the month money into our personal account, and once again, he has not said anything. The last time he did this--just a few months ago--I explained to him (again!) that if he doesn't have the money to put in, he ( Read more... )

 Even when D volunteers to fix dinner, it can't ever be simple. He so rarely cooks, but when he does, he can't stand it if I'm doing anything he considers to be "fun"--i.e., taking care of G, coloring with her, etc. But when I cook, he doesn't play with her--he sits on his ass in front of the TV and expects her to, what, enjoy watching sports or 60 ( Read more... )

 I've wanted to do an online journal for a long time, because there are things I'd like to write about and not have found if someone were to pick up a journal I've written in. I.e., I want to talk shit about my husband, my life, myself and not have anyone see it. Like anyone would be interested in reading my journal ( Read more... )