So I get off work yesterday and head over to the place I'll be living to do some mud work on the sheet rock. I'm over there about my usual 3 hrs. and leave to head home. I get home about 8:00pm...now to preface all this let me give a small explaination before I go farther since I'm the new kid over here.
Every Saturday I take the trash to the convience station, we don't have local trash pickup in the mountains where we live. This past Saturday I got up to do that and then had a few errands to run before my son's wedding. My D was flower girl in thr wedding, my STBX was not going to the wedding but was a little miffed because she was not included. She proceeded to raise holy hell because I was leaving, so I decided to sit tight there all day to diffuse the sitch and shut her up as to keep her from ruining mine and my D's day and the son's wedding. Since I stayed home, trash does not get taken off. I mentioned to her to take it on Saturday..but hey, what do I know?
So the trash is piling up. The cans are full in the garage, she starts piling it up around the cans..in bags folks, in bags..anyway she piles 4 small kitchen bags on the basement stairs landing...there is no more room for the trash so when I go in, I just step right over it...there is no other choice..she won't take it even though she passes by the station on the way to work, the station is closed on my way to work and it's closed by the time I get home..so I'm planning on taking it this Saturday...
well let's just say she did not like me "just stepping over those bags of trash on the landing"..Now, I did not put the bags there, she did. There is no more room for the trash at the moment.. and before everyone says EWWWWW nasty..it's not like that. This stuff is double bagged, it does not stink, it is bagged up, it's not nasty...just because I'm from Tennessee does not mean I'm a redneck.. let's just say I got hammered about this trash..Let's say I did not validate her feelings. Let's say I defended myself..she said I needed to move quite a few times. She also said some very nasty things..damn nasty..
So there you have the reasons for it..
I saw crazy last night...she's f'in crazy as a loon.
It appears she wants a D but does not like the idea of having to do all the stuff at that house by herself.
I'm sure the sitch will do nothing but get worse. it is deteriorating rapidly.
I did not lose it last night. I held myself in check.
I slept ok last night and am good today.
And yes...grits suck.
and if you have more posts on this thread then bring me a beer, any beer, Bethie drank all mine.
