I also fixed the dog door so that it wouldn't keep getting pushed out from the wall. I figured I might as well do that while I had it apart to put batteries in it now that the cats have figured out that we don't use the autolock on it any more!!!! Phoebe was crying at the back door this morning trying to get in. She kept going to the back door.....then to the dog door, but she wouldn't use it to come in. Dumb cat!
Then I washed the back door windows....the fake french door, the back door and the storm door. Of course, with Richard working in the back yard and coming in all sweaty the storm door window is right back where I started!
I am in a super grumpy mood. Last week Jim and I got into an argument that started about Richard. Terri had said over and over that Jim and I 'need to be on the same page' with rules etc.
So the very next day I find out at 10pm that he's going to his girlfriend's house the next day to spend the afternoon. That's been on the table for 2 weeks now, but he was told that until parent calls parent that it wasn't going to happen. All of a sudden that rule just flew out the window. And Jim, even though he kept telling me during the argument that I *WAS* part of 'the team, told him that he could go.......and don't worry if we don't talk to mom.
So we are discussing that and then he starting throwing shots left and right. What about all the stuff I do behind HIS back. UM.....like what????????????? I *NEVER* do anything behind his back. Oh....let's see....according to Jim I ordered the glasses the the doctor prescribed for Richard and me..........cheapest possible......both pairs for $50 including shipping......and he knew I was going to do that. And don't forget how I made the decision about the Stimulus Check behind his back..........even though Tory was there while the 3 of us discussed it!!!!! Then there was the shot how I NEVER cook and I've NEVER said I'm sorry for the time I was hospitalized because I wanted to kill myself. Um....that was only said over and over and over and over to the point that he told me not to worry about it anymore!!!!!
And the BIGGEST thing about all of this was that 6 months ago this would have been an all out brawl. But I never took the bait and got ugly or starting yelling at him. And it seemed that the more I *WOULDN'T get ugly the meaner he got. To the point where I told him that it seemed like he was doing everything possible to get me to loose my temper and go off on him.
THEN I find out he called Terry and told her that I was sooooooo out of control and ugly and blah, blah, blah. OMG!!!! He's screaming and cursing at me.........and I never said an ugly thing back. Oh, I said things like "if that was a gut shot that was meant to hurt, it worked..........it hurt bigtime" but that was it. I wouldn't get ugly back.
But that's not what Terri's told.
The more I think about this the madder I"m getting about the whole thing.
GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!
I think I'm going to take a hot bath and then head off to bed.......before I *DO* get ugly!!!!!!!
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