Well, I got my things, and my husband has yet again, proved truly what an a$$ he is.
No air in my bike tires, nice huh? Quite juvenile, if you ask me.
I asked for specific items, told where to find them, and I got about half of what I wanted. I'll give him credit that he gave me more items than what I requested, but not exactly what I needed... I feel like I talk to the wall.
I'm pretty much cooked. I'll be open, but I'm not holding my breath on this R anymore. I'm just moving forward.
Interesting, the guy can't even tell that the water socks he gave me, were his. Yeah, that's my shoe size... I'm better off just buying a new pair. This is what I was trying to avoid.
It would have just been soooo much simpler if he just would have let me come into the house and let me gather up the things I need on my own. But noooooo.... why don't we just make this as impossible as we possibly can. SOOOOOO STUPID!!!!!!!!!
I mean, all he had to do was have his Mother or Father, Brother, the neighbor for crying out loud, let me in... while he went for a walk. Wouldn't have had to see me at all. And it would have taken me less than 30 minutes to gather what I needed, and leave. I mean, utterly frustrating. Utterly childish, insane. I DO NOT understand this logic. What happened? He used to be sooo 'diplomatic'?
Sigh... whatever. This is truly becoming his loss.
