Consider me appropriately smacked in the head with 2X4 tattooed on my forehead.
Little update here..so tell me what you think about this. Wednesday morning I left for work early was out of the house by 7:30. Well because H has D on Tuesday nights he drives by our neighborhood in the morning to pick up D's friend and takes them both to school. When I left early I was thinking hmmmm...he doesn't come around the neighborhood until 7:45 and I NEVER leave for work early so when he drives by and sees my car gone maybe he will wonder what's up. Soo...he drops off D that night...comes in and plops his ass down on the chair talking about stupid crap that doesn't matter and then out of the blue says "were the sprinklers on when you left for work this morning?" I was like...huh??? I have no idea what time the sprinklers come on...he was the one that set the timer. So I kind of just looked at him blankly and said...ummmm...I dunno...I don't think they were on. Does anyone think he was fishing???
Anyway, so the convo goes on and he asks if he can go rummage through my cupboards and find some crap he left behind and I said "no" (I was in a snotty mood). He asks why and I say because they are my cupboards and I don't feel like having you pick through them right now. So he says fine and then leaves...basically right when he got out the door I shut it...normally I stand there longingly hoping he'll give some kind of charity kiss but not gonna do that anymore. I know...I know...I shouldn't be a bitch either but whatever.
So....he calls yesterday to ask if he can take D again after work...I told him it was up to her and asked him why he sounded pissed. He said it was because I am so hot and cold. I was like...what are you talking about? He said that comment you made about YOUR cupboards. So I said...oh...that was rude...I'm sorry and I think for the most part I'm really nice to you...I just had a bad week. He responds with I'm not the only one who has stress in their life...I said I realize that, but I did say I was sorry and I am so can you let it go? He says whatever and we hang up.
He does get D after work so I got home from work...took a bath and came down stairs to read a book and notice he texted me asking if I can get his crockpot together for him to pick up. I texted back "what???" He responds and text convo went something like this:
Him: well since it's YOUR pantry can you get my crockpot out and have it ready for me? Me: Oh please could you let it go already...I don't think you realize how much it hurts when you remind me you don't live here anymore by slowly taking all your stuff....could you cut me some slack already? Him: That being said, could you get it ready for me? Me: Nuh uh...I can't reach it Him: Get a stool! Me: If I had a stool I wouldn't use it to stand on. Him:?????? Me: It would be firmly planted in your behind Him: Haha! Me: That's right...laugh now cry later! Him: Yep
So he gets here...and comes in to get his crockpot. Normally I would hover around him trying to get some attention...this time I just go sit on the couch. He takes his crockpot out to his car and I'm thinking he's gone so I get up to lock the door and he comes back in...gives D a kiss and then leaves.
Does anyone ever get sick and tired of dealing with their crap???? I mean seriously he moved out and I should feel bad for saying "my cupboards"? Sheesh!
