Showing posts with label Buddy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Buddy. Show all posts

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Am I a bitch?

Friday night, the blowup of the century! (Story time:)

In this corner, a wife who is tired of hearing excuses from her husband, and him saying, "I'll do that" and he hasn't.

In the other corner, a husband who's preparing for surgery, but won't get paid for his work, or try to do anything to help out beforehand.

Wife made plea for husband to finally clean up the deployment crap and all his other crap Friday night, Saturday around noon when she finally gets up after he's left, nothing has been done.

Text messages were sent with no responses, one stating, "Don't come home tonight." A phone call was made without answer, finally as wife was leaving one of husband's hangouts, she calls again, he's at another hangout. She tells him, "I lost my keys, I need to borrow your copies of the apartment and car keys. " She arrives, he handed over the whole key ring, kept trying to get wife to go somewhere so they could talk, she refuses and leaves.

She refused to answer the door when he came home, but he came in behind wife's mother. Wife gives other keys back, continuously made the point, "This is her apartment and she purchased my car!" while pointing towards her mother. Wife went to work w/mother and forced husband to leave at the same time. Husband stopped mother on her way to her vehicle, wife yells out car window, "Leave her alone!" several times.

He finally did.

Wife goes to work with mother, hangs out for several hours, tells mom's boyfriend some details about what happened (he also lives there) then comes home.

The End (of that part at least!)

Yep, I kicked my husband out!!!

Big part of me wants nothing to do with him anymore! But a very small part says I should let him back until he recovers from his surgery.

A very small part.

I worry if I do let him come back to recover, he'll try to change my mind, and being the weak person I can be, I would probably end up taking his sorry ass back. I don't want to give him that chance! He thinks I did all of this because I don't want to take care of him. The point he kept making towards me was how he stayed by my side when I was in the hospital, and how several people told him he should leave me, but he wouldn't and how his relationships w/them are strained. If they really were friends or whatever, they wouldn't have done that! Apparently BQ never visited (I knew she was having car issues, and lived about 40 miles away), but I remember Buddy, some cousins, my dad and MIL. And obviously Vx and my mom.

He told me one person today, I knew she wasn't too crazy about me, I just thought it was because Vx helped her daughter out so much, she was worried that me being around, he wouldn't. He continued to be there, he kicked her rapist's ass, and had to get the a & b dropped before he could go to basic, which was no problem at all. The rapist had also visited the same recruiters Vx used, when they found out Vx kicked that guy's ass, they literally worshiped the ground he walked on. This woman loaned us some stuff for the wedding, set things up, but left before the ceremony! I haven't seen her since. Vx has talked to her a few times, I think.

The point I was trying to make is that he has done NOTHING since. He doesn't seem to make any money, we still live with my mom, he doesn't try to keep his shit out of the way, he won't get rid of any of it (says he can't since it belongs to the Army and they won't let him return it), and he's brought up other personal issues I won't discuss in too great of detail, I'll just say that I'm making an effort to fix this and the quick fix is something he refuses to do.

Just in these last several minutes while trying to type all of this out, he has texted and called.

Oh, NOW he does!

Anyways, he asked for his sleeping bag, I said no, he has slept in his car numerous times, its hot outside, so why would he need a sub-thermal sleeping bag?

So, am I a bitch? Is it too much to ask that we live in our own less-crowded place, like a REAL married couple? Is it too much to ask that my husband gets a real job, instead of trying to build up a business that partially involves people wanting to build houses or remodel them? Is it too much to ask to see the money that he's making instead of what he's buying with it? Not to foolishly hurt himself in some way every time I turn around?

Comments please!

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

it's been an FMT kind of day

So I woke up early Monday for some odd reason. When I woke up, I found several text messages on my phone, 2 f/Buddy. He had the day off and thought he'd check in on me. I found out yesterday was his birthday, I'm such a horrible friend, I had completely forgotten when his birthday was. So we have something else in common: sometimes our birthdays fall on holidays (mine's sometimes on President's Day). He had been out at the river on the walking trails and I guess that made him think of me for some reason (we never spent time there, but it was near where I got married, but he didn't come). I told him about mom's new boyfriend f/her job and he made jokes about me doing the same thing (that's how I met him [FMT] and Vx [ES], & my mom's dated men f/her job before). I told him I'm back at FMT, he reacted the way I figured he would. It was a short but sweet conversation. Afterwards, the man who's doing my job 5 nights/week calls me, he wants me to cover for him Thursday night, I told him I would, so I'll get 3 nights guaranteed this week.

Last night, a musical guests I love and have loved for years was on Jimmy Fallon's show, this was the first time I had seen the show, it was good to see David, Andy and Neal again. I miss seeing those guys perform on a frequent basis, but I am glad they are getting the attention they deserve.

This week I'm gonna mess up my sleep schedule to get some things done, today I have to pick up a prescription during the times I usually sleep (about 8a-4p), so it'll be tough, but it has to be done (I need it tonight), sometime before the 30th I have to get my car tag renewed (8a-5p for the closest tag office), get my license so I can continue to work at FMT on Thursday (that's when they start doing them, I think they open at 9a), and I should probably make sure my car really is ok or not (my shop's hours are 8a-4p or 5p). I procrastinated on the tag (it expired on April 30th w/30 days grace), my car being at the dealership and Vx working last Thursday caused me to not pick up my prescription (we picked up the car after 4p), and Thursday was when I found out about FMT, so I wanted to make sure I slept well so I can stay up all night Friday night, and then there's Memorial Day, dr.'s office where my prescription is was closed Saturday=Monday.

Earlier while trying to pick out some clothes for the next few days (it helps me to do this when I have time constraints), I found a necklace I bought a few years ago, it was a horse shoe w/the word "love" written on it. I placed it on the hanger w/a red hair tie for Thursday night/Friday morning, I thought it was appropriate, you do have to have somewhat of a love for horses to survive employment for FMT, especially doing what I sometimes do. 

Monday, May 18, 2009

ch-ch-ch-changes

I thought I would make an official post to some changes I made to this lovely blog this evening or whatever you want to call it. On the right side above my profile, you will notice a signature, if you click on it, it will take you to my first post, the intro. I also added 3 people to the intro that I thought would come up in future posts. That's all the changes I'll make for now (don't want to mess up anything I can't fix back), but like I said on that post, stay tuned...

Thursday, April 2, 2009

intro

Welcome to my new blog! Let me introduce some people:

Vx: How many people can tell you the full name of Vx? I only know one: my husband. He's a jack of all trades, does drywall, paints walls, drives a tow truck, kung-fu, flies helicoptors and planes, takes photos, fixes computers, and tries to keep his wife happy. Oh yeah, and he's in the Army Reserves, and even then he does different jobs: funeral detail, color guard, recruiter, guard duty, CBRN, textile, and who knows what else.

P: The closest thing we'll have to children will probably be our kitty. She's all white w/green eyes and the only member of our immediate family that has a tattoo. A former neighbor of ours rescued her and she made our home her home. She enjoys sleeping, cleaning herself, and playing w/milk rings, shoe laces, and various balls and papers.

Me: Save the best for last! My favorite things are music, staying up all night and sleeping all day, Star Trek, and many other things I can't think of right now. I'm shy, so I don't have many friends, and what friends I have I'm not a very good friend to, I don't have a desire to call or write them, so I get lonely and blog. I also work at an event center "part-time" and I just do whatever I can do when I'm not working. I still don't know what I want to do when I grow up so life's kinda tough, but I'm somehow managing.

ADD ONS:
Beauty Queen (BQ): My best friend since the 8th grade for her and the 10th grade for me. Since I graduated high school, we've had our ups and downs, but we always seem to work through them. The nickname comes from her 21st birthday (I think). She calls me while I'm at work drunk off her ass! Sometime during our conversation, she said something about being a beauty queen, and for a long time after that, I even had her listed in my phone as that.

OJ: This is BQ's son, he's almost 4 years old, and Vx is probably the closest thing to a father figure he has in his life. He loves cars, trains, and pretty much anything that Vx loves as well.

Buddy: We met as co-workers at FMT, "dated" until I met Vx, and remained friends all this time. His name comes from our first date, our gayish waiter at TGI Friday's kept calling him "Buddy" and stuck a lemon in his Sprite. I drove him around to places when he didn't have a license or a car, helped him get to work, move, pay his fines in person and attend classes and meetings for his alcoholism. Now he's almost 3 years sober, has a great job, car, house, GED and he's enrolled in a community college. Vx isn't very fond of our friendship, but I'm sure Buddy will be there for me when & if Vx is gone.

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Right now this is all I can think of, I'm sure there's more so stay tuned...