Well, that could have been a worse evening. H and I had very little to say to each other, and now he's in bed and I'm on the couch debating if I want to stay here for the rest of the night or go to my bed. I'm really tired. At least I could eat my popsicle in peace tonight- I made sure he wasn't around when I did And H satisfied his need to see some naked women since he wasn't seeing my naked body tonight- he was browsing some websites while sitting next to me, I'm not sure if he was trying to hurt me or make a point or what, and I REALLY DON'T CARE. Everyone is right- he is a pig and disrespectful and selfish.
Here's the venting part of this post- I was thinking about last weekend's convo- he said the "angry, frustrated" part of him thought that the idea of me moving out was a good one. Angry and frustrated about what? Stifling his recreational f**king? That I'm resisting taking anxiety meds that only he seems to think I need? In a previous convo I pointed out that the IC saw no need for them, and he replied that he knows me better and since the IC only sees me for an hour a week, H feels that he's in a better position to judge. I'm sorry, H, but you don't know me nearly as well as you think you do, and when the he!! did you get a psychology degree???
I'm so tired of this crap and I am so ready to leave. I know I have to try the MC first, but it's so tempting to just start packing! Good night all and thanks for listening, I think I'm staying on the couch- it's pretty comfy after all.