The Start…

Yesterday we finished work early so the staff could have some social time away from work.

Went off to a restaurant…me sitting at a table with 6 other men. They started off with beers…and I went for my good ol pal Vodka and Lemonade…well my signature drink is vodka and redbull, but just because the boss is paying doesn’t mean I should go crazy.

We sat talking and eating and drinking…but my mind was preoccupied on thoughts about my husband and how we started the day….arguing and being spiteful…I went onto thinking about what I want next in life…well more about how I was going to live up to the pledge I made myself yesterday. 

Anyway so after our work gathering, I went to fetch him from his work. Of course he had already started off his long weekend with some booze…not sure how much, but he was drunk.

Get home and I decided to do some cleaning…of course he wants to all so get involved…so whatever I was cleaning, he would push me aside and take over and then leave it half way….

I decided to move things around in our study. Of course he wants to do it because I cannot pick up and move a bed and desk etc…I am grateful for his help with that, because those are heavy things….but while I think how to move things he just goes on about how I cannot do anything and how this won’t work because it wouldn’t fit and he just goes on and on.

I changed the bed linen….and the bed looks all clean in a white sheet and duvet cover and pillows…I love white bedding…what does the Fucker do…he puts his dirty ass black feet on the bed. And while I moan about it he figures to just wipe them clean, with his hands, but all the black dust goes onto the bed.

Fuming I figure I might as well just smile and walk away…