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May. 25th, 2015 02:35 pmHe wanted to eat breakfast. I've been exhausted lately and said I wasn't hungry I just wanted to rest.
IF IT WERE ME - I'd get my ass in my car and go to fucking wherever and get breakfast. If I was feeling lovey maybe I'd bring something back to entice my sleeper to join me in my day.
Instead, he waits. It's now 1230 when we leave the house and Panda express doesn't have his favorites ready. He will have to wait even longer.
We're eating, his eye is leaking, he looks sad. I get him to talk briefly. We decide to go to home depot for their sale and essentials I wanted for the garden. He is clingy, ADD as normal for HD, repeated hugs, we head home.
He wants to mow the lawn. I explain for the 5th time that he needs to trim before he mows, it keeps the weeds down, the trimmings get mulched up, we don't look like we live in vietnam in between nice lawn. He says we have 3 weedwackers. I say we have one feild trimmer that works and isn't easy to use because you can't pre-load the line.
Straighting in the garage, moving things, him saying I'm not being nice to him. I am standing in the sun BAKING as he's handing things out to me. I say I'm going to go change. He gives me 'tude, I call him on it. The most silent explosion of all of my rage of being the better person and adult in this relationship happens.
I don't get nasty.
I don't fight dirty.
I don't wound him in the worst ways.
I am not that person anymore. BUT SOME FUCKING DAYS ITS REALLY FUCKING HARD NOT TO BE.
Studid fighting ensues.
I'm cooling off before I completely change and head out to the garden. Documenting this because I haven't been documenting the other bloodsugar related stupidity for the last month.
#fuckingeatifyouarehungry
#imgoingtomakeyouintoacanoe
IF IT WERE ME - I'd get my ass in my car and go to fucking wherever and get breakfast. If I was feeling lovey maybe I'd bring something back to entice my sleeper to join me in my day.
Instead, he waits. It's now 1230 when we leave the house and Panda express doesn't have his favorites ready. He will have to wait even longer.
We're eating, his eye is leaking, he looks sad. I get him to talk briefly. We decide to go to home depot for their sale and essentials I wanted for the garden. He is clingy, ADD as normal for HD, repeated hugs, we head home.
He wants to mow the lawn. I explain for the 5th time that he needs to trim before he mows, it keeps the weeds down, the trimmings get mulched up, we don't look like we live in vietnam in between nice lawn. He says we have 3 weedwackers. I say we have one feild trimmer that works and isn't easy to use because you can't pre-load the line.
Straighting in the garage, moving things, him saying I'm not being nice to him. I am standing in the sun BAKING as he's handing things out to me. I say I'm going to go change. He gives me 'tude, I call him on it. The most silent explosion of all of my rage of being the better person and adult in this relationship happens.
I don't get nasty.
I don't fight dirty.
I don't wound him in the worst ways.
I am not that person anymore. BUT SOME FUCKING DAYS ITS REALLY FUCKING HARD NOT TO BE.
Studid fighting ensues.
I'm cooling off before I completely change and head out to the garden. Documenting this because I haven't been documenting the other bloodsugar related stupidity for the last month.
#fuckingeatifyouarehungry
#imgoingtomakeyouintoacanoe
