Flat out, he bugs me. He hovers, he smothers, he bosses, he controls. I feel like crap when I'm around him. I feel put down, judged.
By crappy things, I mean he gets upset if I say I'm not hungry when he's making dinner, then proceeds to tell me- Sox you know you have to eat. Really? I'm a grown up. I didn't starve to death when he lived elsewhere. I'm not freaking hungry.
He tries to tell me I need to wear different clothes. He has no job as of yet, he's used up my savings paying his debt- my electric bill is almost double because he can't shut off a dam light or computer and he keeps asking for money and use of my debit card.
he does laundry, but not stuff anyone needs to wear. I start to do laundry (like socks and underwear and towels) and he gets offended- yet he's been home all f'n day and didn't do it and quite frankly it's hard to get dressed and go to work without socks or underwear.
I try to get work done for school- and he hovers and chews in my ear (gum, cereal, salad....) Ugh it's disgusting. Slurps, smacks, ick- I honestly have come close to pucking. Then he gets upset when I tell him to leave or ask if he could eat elsewhere. He wants all this family time, then is on his laptop. He wants to go see a movie, yet we have no money and I have a butt load of school work to do that I can never get done because he hovers and annoys me. I trip over his shoes every time I go to get into my car in the morning and when I get home.
My once nice, neat, organized and calm life has been turned into complete and utter chaos and mess. I can't take it any longer. I haven't been able to get to the hairdresser to get my highlights done - I'm 4 weeks past my appointment- plus now I have no money with which to do it.
He just keeps taking from me- emotionally and financially. I am drained. I feel like crap, I don't want to be around him let alone ML or even sleep in the same bed. It's draining me physically to feel like this. I had a tension headache for 3 weeks from clenching my teeth when he moved back in.
He thinks he being nice and helping- and I can't stand it and the things he does. And I can't tell him, because then he will turn it on me and make it my fault.
What do I want? I want to be happy. And I'm not.
I really don't think we can live together.
When life gives you lemons, trade them for limes and break out the tequila!!-- Soxfan2007
7/1/05 Bomb 7/20/05 H moves out 2.5 years of Rollercoaster 10/30/07 H moves back home
