Tuesday, July 10, 2012

This and that

I am sorry I was off the deep end about my surgeon.  I realize I had only seen him perhaps 12 times - including hospital visits, but he really was a great guy.  There are far too few doctors like him around, and that is really sad.

Sunday was pretty much a disaster.  I was ready to either just walk out or kill G.  He has decided that he is going to blame me for things that go wrong.  I don't like that - at all.  We put Simone in the bedroom while the kids were here.  William doesn't like her, and I don't like him being mean to her.  He is usually pretty sneaky about it.  All she wants is to be with the "puppies" and enjoy them.  I don't want him around her.

Anyway - she managed to bully herself past G.  He came blustering into the den yelling about MY dog and it was MY fault she could get out.  Well - with all the family watching - I lost it.  I told him that was right.  Everything that happens in this world is my fault - in fact the sun going down is my fault.  I am that powerful.

Well - he sulked off.  Nice.  Things were really strained after that.  I forgot to use paper plates for dinner.  He came back from the closet with the paper, and pointed at the cake and then at the plates.  At that point I could have stuffed those plates, er, down his throat (or someplace else).  I, like a fool, apologized.  See - my fault again.

So after dinner,  I told him if he would just finish unloading the dishwasher, I would load.  Son and family were leaving, so I went out to tell them good by.  Daughter was going to stay a little longer, but SIL said it was time to go, and I could tell that another temper tantrum was taking place since G shoved the left over bread into a baggie and slammed the cabinet door.  I repeated that I told him I would load.

After everyone was gone - he said that a pottery plate ($$$) under the aluminum pot got broken.  Well = ok.  He WANTED to make me feel it was my fault for putting the pot in the sink after I emptied it into a serving bowl (there wasn't any place for a hot pot).  BUT had he listened to me and left the room it would have never happened.

What really happened was that he had loaded most of the dishes - except for this one.  He then was going to scrub the pot, and in his ire used a lot of force which broke the dish.

I was then really ready to just leave.  Just get in the car and leave and not come back.  I really have had enough of this.  Hopefully he decided to be on the straight and narrow, because I haven't put that idea completely out of  my mind.

Sorry to burden you with this.  Just had to vent.

Peace

3 comments:

Beth said...

Lots of frustration for you. Know that you have my prayers.

JuJu said...

Is G going through some kind of male menopause? I honestly think men go through something that makes them act like moody children.

I hope today is a better day for you my friend!!

YELLOWDOG GRANNY said...

you can try Jackie's way...

Tell him to go fuck himself.