I had a delightful fight with Josh over lunch. He claims I’m being a bitch. He might be right, I don’t care. I don’t want him to get drunk, but he’s going to anyway. So I have to figure something else out.
I told him I’d just hide in the basement and he freaked out. So I guess I have to stay upstairs and watch them drink. Ok, fine. Tomorrow morning I plan to get up when I normally would and come to work. I’ll bring my knitting and just hang out in my office all day. Problem solved.
He just doesn’t understand that I need to be able to have some time with him – time where we talk and reconnect. It’s been a really rough week and it doesn’t look like the weekend will be any better. So I have to wait. Until Sunday. Maybe Monday. Yeah, let’s just put my needs off as long as possible and see how that works out.
So tonight I’m going to start doing my chores. I don’t really care that Jeremy is there, I have things to do. I should be able to make some progress with the laundry at least, and that’s probably the biggest chore. The other stuff I can get to on Sunday. But I am going to knit while he’s there, I don’t give a flying fuck what Josh says. I have absolutely no interest in sitting around listening to them debate the problems of the world while pounding brews. No, not my idea of a good time.
I’m so sick and fucking tired of Josh trying to control my life and then turning the blame on me and saying that I control his life. EXCUSE ME??? I don’t hardly fucking think so. He’s told me himself that he feels sick after he drinks, so by all means Josh, go ahead and drink until you’re good and fucking sick. Be my guest. Just don’t expect me to feel sorry for you tomorrow or clean up any of the myriad of messes you make tonight cuz it ain’t fucking gonna happen.
I will take care of MY issues and MY needs all by myself, thanks very much. You just go play with your Nook and watch your tv and leave me the hell alone.