Today I don’t have to go to the shop for work, but I do need to spend time on the ‘puter doing some Real Work.
He has plagued me with interruptions until I am ready to scream.
First he asked if I would consent to showing him how to use one of the sewing machines so he can do some work on a sail now that he “has all these hours to fill with nothing.” I have offered to show him on numerous occasions, but he claims that since I have such a rigid sense of what is MINE and what he is allowed to use, he has been afraid of even being in my space. WTF? Because of my “issues” with MY stuff, he wants to know if I would be more comfortable if we had separate machines, then he could use “his” machine without pissing me off.
Next he wants to know if he should continue to be “concerned” about the electric and water bills. He has been taking a shower only every other day in the hope of keeping the bill down and should he keep on with that, or should he be unconcerned because it appears that I am unconcerned? WTF?
Oh, we need to “do something” about the hot water heater – his shower this AM was “brisk” and evidently he didn’t like it so much. That fucking hot water heater has not worked properly for seven years, but whenever I mention anything about it, we just don’t have the funds to do anything and I should just get used to cool showers because we’ll be living under a bridge soon anyway. While we’re on the subject of hot water, the temp on the tank is set at the perfect temperature for HIM to take a shower with the hot water on full open. This is in order to save money and energy. You can imagine what it’s like to wash dishes with 100* water, I’m sure. And it doesn’t last long enough for both shampoo and conditioner if you have fucking long hair that you hate. Just sayin’.
Since I can’t seem to park my car in the center of the driveway, I should price out a couple yards of gravel to put along the edge where I park. FYI, I park over to the side because that is where he insisted that I park in order to keep the maximum amount of usable driveway clear. How often does he use the driveway for something that needs the space? Never. Asshole.
Now he’s helpless and just can’t make any decisions for himself. Since he is so “wrong” all the time, he is giving up and letting me take charge of everything. He has no money to put fuel in his truck, so he guesses he’ll just “put it on the card.” I am expected to pay the bill when it comes in. All the bills, now that I’m In Charge. Where does he think I will come up with the cash to pay for things that weren’t important to him until now?
Go along to avoid the fight until later, or tell him to shove it up his ass?
Still no sex. Poor baby just can’t think…