Quote: Is your name going to be on this lease or is SO's? Is he planning to pay the rent or is he paying you a monthly sum?
He's going to be listed as the Guarantor, with me as the tenant. He'll pay the rent, as well as putting additional money in my account, as it is now. He's got money direct deposited from his paycheck into the account for me.
Incidents like yesterday are what drives me to want to get out of here. When he got home from work, it was already around 1 PM. He also had to work last night, from 8 to 4. But, my truck was at the dealership, fixed. So, he decides he's going to go get it. But, in order to go get it, he's got to take the trailer and tow it back. Now, if we had another vehicle that fit all of us, (instead of the 2 pickups and sports car that he's got), this wouldn't have to be. We could have just drove up there and one of us driven my truck back - like normal people. But, whatever. So, the whole time he's bitching that he's going to lose sleep because he's got to get "my" truck. I suggested we postpone it until morning, while I tried to find someone to watch the kids, this way he could just drop me off at the dealer as he's on his way to the wedding he has to DJ. Nope. He insists he's going right then. Well, OK, whatever then - lose sleep. It's one hour to the dealer - one way. So, he wouldn't be back until at least 4. Which is what happened.
When he gets back, he's griping about losing 3 hours of sleep for "me". See, NM, I'll do anything for YOU. Checks caller ID, (yes, OW called, didn't leave message), but he didn't call her back. Just asked that he be woken up at 6:45. I said OK. He went on that he probably wouldn't be able to sleep anyway.
He goes in; comes back out after about 45 minutes, says he's just laying there shaking. Goes back, calls me in, hints at ML; I tease about it; reminding him all 3 kids are up, etc, leave the room. Around 5, while I was in the kitchen finishing the kids dinner, the phone rings. I can hear a man talking into the answering machine and go in to see who it is - it's his dentist saying he can't keep prescribing "analgesics" for him, that he needs to get his procedure done (the rest of his root canal.)
I wake him up for work; he asks if anyone called. I remember the dentist and tell him. He GOES BALLISTIC!! Screaming why didn't I wake him up; he NEEDS his vicodin!! (OK - so now I'm thinking, you've been on vicodin since being in the hospital back in June - can we say addicted??) Anyway - he starts yelling that all I want is to cause trouble for him; how can he go through the weekend without pills; blah, blah. He gets on the phone and gets the dentists answering service. Flips out on them. Yelling, cursing, etc. The doctors office calls back and explains that the doctor didn't know he has an appointment (for this coming Thursday) and that a prescription is called in to the drug store.
He still comes out and asks why I was trying to wreck his weekend for him. In the midst of this, he thinks he lost a contact (my fault because I made him mad) has me look in his eye for it; at the same time his stepmother calls (WHY is she calling you? Me: probably something about D7's upcoming birthday, phew, good one, NM)
While all this bellowing & ranting (by him) was going on, D7 just looks at me, like "WTH's wrong with Daddy?" She wasn't scared, but I could tell by the look on her face she couldn't figure out what he was so mad & yelling about. I just looked at her and shook my head no, as if to say, not now, we'll talk later and she went to the den to watch TV. After he finally left for work (Yes, late, which was my fault because he had to spend time on the phone needlessly) and angry (my fault because I got him all worked up by not waking him to take the dentists call); I explained his behavior by saying he needed his medicine for the pain in his mouth and that he was upset because he didn't have much sleep and was late for work. I really didn't know what else to say. Through the whole thing I just stayed away from him and let him roar. I only said to him that I didn't hear the whole message from the doctor and apologized because I thought he needed to sleep rather than take the call.
This morning I wake up to a message saying it was 3:30 (Actually the caller ID says 2:30) and he was still at the bar and would be staying over "here". Would be home around 9 AM to get ready for his wedding this afternoon/night. Whatever. I actually had a peaceful night sleep and glad I left the phone in the bedroom unplugged so I didn't have to speak with him.
So, anyway, incidents like the whole dentist thing (besides wondering if he's now addicted to prescription drugs) gives me another check mark in the "Con" side of moving out. Yeah - I started a list - Pro's & Con's of Moving/Staying. Plus, I couldn't tell by the message if he was drunk or not last night, but does it matter? Evidently he found a better offer than coming home. Shrug.
Days like today I wish I could just go somewhere and get out of here. But, it's cold & rainy, Ernesto's effects - going to be rain for days. Where would I go? Everyone's houses are smaller than ours, kids would be cooped up no matter where we went. And, He wants to spend time with them tomorrow. Sigh. I guess me leaving would be running away. Perhaps tomorrow I will go somewhere for the night and come home Monday. Leave him with the kids. Although I can see it already - I'm going out all night for spite, what guy am I with, blah blah.
