The First 48

My family drives me right around the bend. My B.S. has decided that after 7 years, her tiny little house cat is going to become an outside-only cat. WTF? I just don't even know what she is thinking, considering she'll probably be living in an apartment in a city. Stupid. I'd rather she leave the poor thing here but she doesn't want to do that. She refuses to let us take care of the cat, even though she'd ship the cat to mom's across the state no problem.

Also, she has drama that she won't talk about but my guess is her financial aid didn't come through. At least that's what I think. It might have been the D. C. but I wasn't getting that impression. Not that he understands that we never had money and mommy can't pay for everything. Unlike his crazypants mother. Who is a nutbag but pays for things because he's a mommy's boy.

Aaaaarrrrggghhh!

What bull.

The Husband is stressing because we may not have the money to make rent. Spoke to B.S. about it and was told she doesn't get paid till rent is due and since her bank sucks, the funds wouldn't be available until two days later. Not helpful. And she was just totally not caring. Of course, this also falls on The Husband because he can't keep fifty cents around long enough to warm up in his pocket. But I'm the one who sucks because I don't work hard enough or make enough money to support his spending lifestyle. It bites.

And on the job front news, no one will hire a fat chick. No matter how good she dresses. Because everyone thinks fat=lazy. Bastards. Which is utter horseshit. I don't call in like some people who've had too much to drink. Or because I just don't want to be there. Or just not do my job period and stand around for an entire shift doing nothing. Rant ranty rant rant. Bigoted assholes.

All around crappy week.

Birds

So, Drama, Drama, Drama. The husband has been mad at me for a couple of days (which means not speaking to me at all.) A little stressful but I'll deal. This weekend he was supposed to go help his buddy move. In a different city. Friday he doesn't come home from work. I start to get worried. I text him a couple of times, thinking maybe he's working late. No answer. I call a couple of times, leaving worried voicemails with no response. I start calling family because I have no idea where he is and then it hits me....

He packed shit up Friday morning before work and took off for his buddy's a day early. Without telling me. Because he's mad.

WTF?

So, I've realized that various items of clothing are missing (and interestingly enough, his old phone with various friends numbers in it). And I track down his mom's number, still stressed out because I haven't gotten a response at all. He's there, munching burgers with her. I burst into relieved tears that he's okay, freaking her out, and just tell her I'm glad to hear he's okay.

This morning I looked - he's pulled out money we don't have to fuck around down there and his payroll checks are sitting here in the house because he refused to deposit them. Rent is due on monday. This is also WTF. I still haven't heard from him directly. He still won't answer my calls.

This all came about because he kicked me out of the bedroom, laughed at me and when I slammed the door, sent a snotty text message about how I didn't need to break the door because I was mad. So I told him to fuck off and called him an arrogant pig. Now he refuses to have anything to do with me.

Isn't life wonderful?

If I died in my sleep right now, this week, I'd be happy. Which would be the first time in a long time that I would be happy.