It's a little like this.

My life doesn't seem to be any better. I'm just tired of posting about and whining about my shitty husband and my shitty marriage.

I've been off work the past 4 1/2 days and have done nothing but clean and shop. Asshat on the other hand has done nothing but.. well, nothing. And today made like day number 3 of the same 3 bags of trash sitting in the kitchen (don't sweat, most was crap cleaned out of Barbie Jr's room, not food). One of the ONLY 2 things I have asked him to do in the past 4 1/2 days. And so when I was coming home from church first, I busted him at Jimmy's. He quickly called to tell me he was taking a refrigerator to him that a buddy had given him. I said nothing. That is, until I walked in my house, he had apparently been sitting on his ass the entire morning and there sat the fucking trash. I still remained calm. I called him back and said in a way nicer tone than I should have, "Um, could you PLEASE take this trash out when you get home?" And he goes off. Shouting that he was going to do it this afternoon, that he had about a million things to do today. That was where his attitude shot straight up my ass. I cut him off and replied, "You know, driving all over the fucking place to take a fridge to your loser friends to me should be done AFTER doing what needs to be done at home."

He proceeds to drive over here like a nutcase, storm in the door, take the trash out, stomp loudly back through the house, and slamming the door shut like a big fucking idiot. And I forgot to add my niece was here with me. We had simply come by the house so I could change and then pick my nephew up from practice and go to the movies.

And yeah, it was pretty humiliating.

So this evening, when he came home well after we had returned from the movies and delivering the niece and nephew safely home, he tried to pretend everything was okay. And I did the adult thing, I simply ignored him. Pretended he wasn't here. And so he sends OUR 6 year old to ask me why I was mad at him. I just looked at her and she went and told him something silly. He kept on trying to talk to me but I just kept pretending he didn't exist. And I did the mature adult thing when he told me he cut his hand earlier when he and his other loser friend were cutting up their deer, I replied, "Serves you right. I hope it hurt." Yeah, it was a childish thing to say and quite mean, but I really cease to give a shit anymore.

Barbie, Jr. is supposed to have a tonsillectomy in a little over 2 weeks and I have a ton of shit to accomplish and can tell I will have no help. He isn't even going to ask for the day off, he's just going to "call in" that day. God forbid he'd have to give up a vacation day. And of course I am the one taking the following 2 1/2 weeks off work while she is out recovering and out of school for Christmas break. Yeah, I have the time, but it's not the point. The point is, he takes his vacation to do things he wants to do. Golf, hunt, whatever. But I'm expected to take my vacation to be a responsible parent. And his cousin will be in during that time so I am sure I'll be left at home while he goes out and has fun.

I'm so over him and our marriage it isn't even funny. Yet I can't seem to make anything change. Go figure.