Here I am, alone. He and the brat are upstairs watching cartoons. I don’t like the cartoon shows they have on tv, so I’m not taking part in that. I tried to go to the grocery store but I’ve been informed that I need to wait until the brat is gone. I have no idea why, but I’m supposed to wait. What the fuck?
I started a new shrug for myself this morning. I hope it turns out good. It’s a really pretty teal mohair and I’m going to incorporate beads into the sleeves. Mohair is kind of a pain in the ass to work with, but so far I’m enjoying it. I decided it really was time to get back to making things for myself. Besides, that lousy bastard doesn’t deserve another mitten.
I’m still grumpy cuz he’s still being a bastard. He thinks he’s getting sex this afternoon. WRONG. I want nothing to do with him.
And really, he doesn’t seem to want anything to do with anyone else. We haven’t done anything since the brat has been here besides watch tv. Last night it was a movie, today it’s cartoons. We haven’t done any craft projects or really anything. And he’s content with this. Truly a terrible father.
I guess I’ll hide down here and knit all day. God knows I’ve got plenty of other things I should be doing, but if he’s doing nothing, then so am I.
The mood is shit, pure and utter shit. I’m feeling a borderline episode coming on and there he sits, glued to the tv and his fucking Nook doing NOTHING. Why in the name of all that is holy am I still with that piece of shit???
I really don’t want to get any alcohol for tonight. I can’t even begin to imagine what tonight holds in store. He hasn’t really gotten drunk in awhile now and I’ve pretty well gotten used to having him sober. But I know if I tell him that he can’t drink tonight that he’ll just go behind my back and do it anyway. Better to have it out in the open and know what’s going on than to have him sneak off in the middle of the night.
Maybe I should just make my stand and go to the store anyway.