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Ever have one of those days where you just want to smack the crap out of someone. Specifically, your husband? Yeah, I'm having one of those days.
Last night, we went to the Ducks game, and I told Steve after the game that I wanted to go over to the team store. He wanted to go see the post-game radio show, so we ended up doing that instead, and by the time we left, the team store was already closed. Damn it.
Today, and for the past God knows how long, our house is a mess. This guy is an absolute slob, and leaves his fast food bags, soda cans, and candy wrappers all over the living room floor. I should've taken a picture for you guys. I got sick of looking at it, so I started throwing a bunch of stuff into a trash bag, and I was about to tie it, he told me not to tie it because he wanted to go through it. He wants to go through it to make sure I didn't put anything with our name and address on it in the trash bag. Nope, I didn't, but he insists on looking at it anyway, because "I do the trash." I tied the bag anyway.
I've been asking him for days to stop throwing his shit on the ground, and he never listens to me. I ask him to not buy so much fast food, because that's all he ever eats, and he's getting fat, but he doesn't listen. I am at my wit's end with him right now. I'm so disgusted with his eating habits, and he shows no signs of stopping. I can make all the dinner I want, but I'm powerless to do anything about his lunches. And of course, he has to get the biggest size of any combo meal. I'm not saying that my eating habits are great, because they're not, but they're much better than his. I'm tempted to throw out all the crap in this house, but it wouldn't make a difference because he never eats at home!
Last night, we went to the Ducks game, and I told Steve after the game that I wanted to go over to the team store. He wanted to go see the post-game radio show, so we ended up doing that instead, and by the time we left, the team store was already closed. Damn it.
Today, and for the past God knows how long, our house is a mess. This guy is an absolute slob, and leaves his fast food bags, soda cans, and candy wrappers all over the living room floor. I should've taken a picture for you guys. I got sick of looking at it, so I started throwing a bunch of stuff into a trash bag, and I was about to tie it, he told me not to tie it because he wanted to go through it. He wants to go through it to make sure I didn't put anything with our name and address on it in the trash bag. Nope, I didn't, but he insists on looking at it anyway, because "I do the trash." I tied the bag anyway.
I've been asking him for days to stop throwing his shit on the ground, and he never listens to me. I ask him to not buy so much fast food, because that's all he ever eats, and he's getting fat, but he doesn't listen. I am at my wit's end with him right now. I'm so disgusted with his eating habits, and he shows no signs of stopping. I can make all the dinner I want, but I'm powerless to do anything about his lunches. And of course, he has to get the biggest size of any combo meal. I'm not saying that my eating habits are great, because they're not, but they're much better than his. I'm tempted to throw out all the crap in this house, but it wouldn't make a difference because he never eats at home!
