Things are moving along… kinda

It’s been almost a week since the move and part of me still can’t believe I’m no longer on the island. Things are happening and some at a lighning fast pace and others not so fast. Here are few quick updates to keep everyone up to speed:

1. Job Hunt: I’ve found a lot of great opportunities and have faxed out a resume to over a dozen interesting jobs. I got a call back from one of them yesterday, and despite the offer of a high salary, I turned it down flat. It was another call center, and from what I heard from this person, it was just the same as the one I left… and if possible even worse. Not willing to go through that hell again, I respectfully declined. Didn’t come all the way here to go into that kind of pit again. I don’t care if they offer $50 an hour, not doing that again. They also wanted me to wait until Jan 29th to start. With other jobs likely to call back, odds of that happening were slim, if non-existent.

The Boys: Both Ethan and Jonathan are adjusting very well to the new house. Ethan is a little bored and I’ve tried to take him to the part across the street as much as I can, but right now it’s a tad too cold to do that. His toys are being shipped with the boxes that are due to be here in a few days. Hopefully when they get her things will ease up a bit. Jonathan is pretty much the same and is cool with everything. Ethan loves having a bigger Tv to watch his favorite shows on, and also loves having a puppy in the house. My brother has a dog, so when he moved in so did the mutt. Ethan has pretty much claimed the dog as his own, as he runs around the house calling it ‘his puppy’.

Leah: My dear wife is having a harder time adjusting then the boys are and it shows. We are not interacting as much as we used to and conversations have been a bit on the bitter side. Nerves because of the job hunt and other things are getting to us a bit and as a result tension has been a little high in the new house. I however am not in the mood to deal with it, as I’ve alread told her on a few occassions. This was her idea, so she can’t get ugly with me as if she was dragged out here kicking and screaming. I’m sure things will get better with time, but it’s not something I’ll have the patience for. There are already a few good comfy couches down here, and I won’t hesitate to use them.

Speaking of confrontations, here’s a beauty for everyone. Last week I asked my brother for some help with something, and Leah got angry with me because I was in her opinion ‘commanding’ him to do something and that I wasn’t the boss of the new house. Problem was I was desperate for help, and she might have mixed desperate pleas for commanding orders. Regardless, that arguement came to a head this morning when Leah tried to tell me commands this morning. I don’t give commands to Leah and I have since been more respectful with how I request for help from Chris, so I refused to acknowledge her request. If I’m not allowed to make commands or orders to anyone, neither is she. I’m not a fucking lackie, and if she wants my co-operation, she asks for it. I responded to the command by reading her the riot act, and then going back upstairs to my room and doing sweet fuck all for the rest of the morning.

Funny thing is, Mom and Laura make fun of certain men for not having the balls to stand up to their pushy wives. Mind you, as I just proved above all spouses (even me) have their pushy moments, it’s how someone reacts to them that dictates if they are whipped or strong. I do the one thing that everyone thinks some men should do with their wives, and suddenly I’m the bad guy? What the fuck is wrong with these people? Don’t get me wrong… I love my wife and want to be co-opertive, but if I disagree with her, I honestly tell her and why. If I’m sincere and have a valid reason to disagree with what she wants or feels, they I’m not afraid to tell her why and explain it to her. If I also don’t want to follow something she says, I don’t. I’m willing to live with the hell/brimstone that comes as a result, but she has to know (the hard way if necessary) that our marriage is not a dictatorship, but a partnership. If I’m not allowed to be the dictator, neither is she. I made it painfully clear this morning that I dictate my own actions and anyone else who thinks otherwise was going to get a harsh telling off.

As many of my readers know, hypocrisy annoys me to no end and this morning I saw more than I was willing to handle. I helped pay the rent and the bills this month with what was my last two cheques from the center, so I have a say in what I do around here. No one has the right to tell me what to do around here, no more than I do to anyone else. So while things are tense, I’m sure when the rest of our furniture arrives and the job thing is taken care of, that will ease the stress just a tad and get things back on the right track. Until then, we’ll have to tolerate each other until something, or someone cracks.

Peter