Oh I am, Snodderly. It isn't my fault he is behind schedule. It isn't my fault he can't manage time. It isn't my fault he dilly-dallied in the shower.
Oh, I am not cleaning up anything. That's his joy to take care of. In fact, D needed a new binder for school and H told me that he thought he had one. I went down in our library to look for one and found one he used back in 2004. He took the papers out of it and I moved all her stuff into the new binder. I asked him if he needed those papers and he said he would go through them and keep the tabs. This morning the papers were still on the counter. He says I thought you were going to take care of those papers? I said no. Those are your papers and I don't know where you want them. You can put them away. Of course that made him mad as well. : )
It's rich how he can be snarky and verbally abusive to me but turns it around to make it out that I am the one causing the tension.
AT BD: WH 41, J 43; Bomb 2/5/2012 Two kids, one dog D Final 6/18/14 J marries OW 1/24/15 "No matter where you go, there you are"
