Will he ever leave???

If you recall this post, it was about a huge blowup Vx & I had about a year ago, I kicked him out, let him come back to recover from his surgery, he was supposed to move out after he recovered, but he didn't.

Christmas time comes, this post talks about how I wanted either us to move or him to move out. Neither happened, I got a voice recorder instead. 

May 23rd, another blow up, he said that a month from that day, he will be moved out & to put the date down in my phone. June 23rd came & gone, he was still here! In July, he was too sick to work most of the month because of his kidney stone. Nothing could be done about it at the time because he also decided to fuck up his Tri-care. He gets kidney stones every year, he knew it was coming, so why did he mess up his insurance???

About 2 weeks ago, another blow up. Mom & I told him he has to leave (yes, we still live with her!), he said his new place would be ready last Wednesday, it wasn't (typical), but he's been staying with someone & moving out what he could. I took away his apartment key, but he magically still has a copy. This coming from the same idiot who frequently lost my keys & his keys at the same time, but couldn't be bothered to look for them!

Numerous times in the last 4 years, he has said he would do things that he never did. He keeps sending me messages about how much he loves me & how he doesn't want to be apart from me. TOO LITTLE, TOO LATE!!! I told him he's trespassing if he uses a key to get into the apartment, he did at least once when I went out of town w/my mom & "step-dad" (they're not married, but they might as well be, they act like a REAL married couple, unlike Vx & I). The laptop he "had to have for his deployment" that he never went on is also gone, 3/4 of the storage containers in the bedroom where he kept some of his Army crap in are gone, he had the newspapers laying on the couch, with a picture f/our wedding & the cake topper on the kitchen counter. His desktop computer is still here on his huge-ass desk, some of the stuff that was on it is still there, I have piled on stuff I have found in other areas there for him to get. Some stuff will be easy to split up, others not so much. My mom keeps insisting on me getting the fancy cookware out of storage that my brother gave us that we never used (we have mom's stuff, it's crowded as it is, why have more than what we need here?), I don't have a key, so I'll have to try & get it from him. We bought a set of tables, the coffee table is what I use as a computer desk for my laptop, the other 2 side tables are still in pieces in the storage unit. Towels & some bakeware my friend in AZ sent us are also in there. His younger sister bought us a few dishes (storage), some friends of his bought some kitchen cookware utensils, his former Sifu bought us a set of towels & some bathroom stuff (towels in storage, other stuff in bathroom), someone bought a comforter & throw blanket for the bed, one was from the older sister, the other may have been from my former boss, idk (no gift book was purchased, & my memory was still fuzzy partly f/dealing w/morphine withdrawals). The other wedding gifts we received were cash or they were waiting to give them until we moved (almost 4 years later, we still haven't moved or received those gifts).

I'm keeping the cat, no questions asked. He didn't clean her litter box for over a year because he wouldn't tell me that I was buying litter that aggravated his asthma that according to the Army he doesn't have, he didn't refill her food or water dish when asked to, so why would he take good care of her on his own now? He never took her to the vet, either. He never had the joy of being in the car w/her (constant, loud crying, especially while driving in a construction zone).

He has not paid any rent in the last 4 years or so, he hasn't paid his cell phone bill, either. He thought I was taking care of that, there never was enough money in the bank to cover the cell phone bills, rent, car insurance, internet he had to have (I went to the library & used my phone before that), & everything else. Then he wondered why I got so mad at him for buying useless crap.

He said he would fix my air conditioner, it hasn't worked right for over a year, he never did. Some of the last hockey games we drove home from in my car, it was raining. When the wipers were turned on, we saw they needed to be replaced. He said he would do it. I want to say 2 months later, it rains again while I'm out driving. The wipers were never replaced, so I had the guy at Auto Zone do it for me. We had numerous days over 100 degrees outside, one of those days, Vx drove my car to do stuff when I needed to do things with it instead. He said he was working, so I kept asking him, "Why didn't you drive you work van?" when he finally returned home, I left just to find out my car was about to overheat! I took my car keys away from him. Earlier that day, I had also asked him to refill P's food dish, either she ate a whole lot more food in those few hours then she normally does in a day or he didn't do it. That day, it was just one thing after another.

Numerous times, he has said he was sorry & he wouldn't do it again, just to turn around & do it again, or he would say he would do something, and then not do it. I've had it!

I may not be married into the Army much longer, but then again, I have no job, he won't get a "real" job, so we may have to end up staying married, just living separately, idk. If your asking "why doesn't he go full time?" he said he tried that, there are too many active duty soldiers, while the Reserves are short-handed in certain areas (just not in his area, considering units in our area have more CBRN's then they know what to do with them). He also said he's not qualified to join the HAZMAT team the fire department has. SERIOUSLY?!?! I don't doubt Vx on this, it just seems real fucked-up his Army skills can't be used for anything in the real world. The security company my mom works for is short-handed, I have asked him to go to work for them, he has a conceal carry license, military experience, he should be more qualified & make more money then my mom (who's unarmed & in charge of her jobsite) does. Her boss at the company heard about my security experience & asked me if I wanted to get my CLEET & work for them. TSA wouldn't hire him because of his credit, but this place doesn't care about that, shoot they only drug test employees when they hire them.

He's been more like a brother to me then a husband, & we were both living w/mom, sharing a bedroom. I want to be a real adult, & actually move away f/home! Why hasn't he got that??? He says its because he was kicked out when he was 15. Still, he was on his own, I never have been, his deployment was supposed to be my chance to actually be on my own, but like everything else he says he gonna do, he doesn't.

He wouldn't let me give up on my dream when I was trying to, now there are fewer job openings now then there was when I was fresh out of school. I don't want to go back to school & get a bachelors, even those w/that degree aren't getting jobs. I applied for "my boss" job after he left the hockey team for another hockey team, I was the least qualified candidate (no one has been announced yet as the new person), but the GM wants to help me gain more experience, so I'll be back with them next season, not getting paid. I need a paying job that I'm qualified for (very few out there), won't interfere w/the hockey team (games played on some Tues. nights, weekends, & some holidays, when newbies at most jobs would have to work), & that my body can handle (bad leg aggravated by cold temps).

I just wish things would get better already, instead of worse & worse (like they have these last 4 years)!

Uh, Christmas

I hate trying to buy my husband gifts. He usually wants something I feel is too expensive, or he doesn't like what I get him. I still haven't got him a birthday (September) or anniversary (October) gifts for this year, or a Christmas gift. Last year, I bought him pants for Christmas that he hated, he griped about needing some, but he wouldn't go out and buy any, so I did. Granted, one pair was not what I expected, the other's he called "gay looking" so I returned them and he never bought any pants or anything else to replace them. For our anniversary/his birthday, I bought him a RC Tank. First, I got the wrong color, so we went to the store & exchanged it for a color he liked better. Then he broke it, he keeps saying he needs to send it in to get it fixed, it still sits on top of the tv, broken.

I didn't like all the gifts he's purchased for me, either. One birthday, I got a guitar, while its neat, I don't care to learn how to play it, and I don't want it sitting around if its not going to be played. One Christmas, I got some sound equipment "so I can record demos" as he put it. I received that a few years too late! Now both sit in his storage unit, w/many of out wedding gifts as well.

Yes, wedding gifts from 3 years ago. Things that aren't needed right now since we still live w/my mom!

For Christmas, I want Vx to get a real fuckin' job, so I can have what I want for Christmas, to live in my own place like a real married couple!

I can't believe this is still our life 3 years later!

Yikes!

This was originally intended to be a Random Tuesday Thoughts post, but I didn't publish it, so now it's a "normal" post. 

According to big event #1's website, about 8 Days, 14 Hours, 56 Minutes, 50 Seconds until it officially starts, but who's counting?

I'm excited.

Send me to the nuthouse.

NOW!!!

I still have no clue what task I will be performing, job I did last 2 years has been eliminated, previous jobs have been taken over, so who knows.

Also come November it will slow down again, this time I need to get a real job, I've said that the last several years but didn't/couldn't so this year I HAVE TO!

This financial bullshit can't continue any longer!

A few weeks ago (give or take), Vx's unit held a board, he keeps checking his AKO excessively! To be in his unit, they are supposed to be E5 or higher, Vx and a few others were E4's, Vx has the points now (last board, not all his points were counted, now they should be), I assume the same for the others, so he should be Sargent soon, and hopefully WLC & the teaching classes will follow as well.

Since the new fiscal year should have either already started, or is about to start, please let there be no more drill/pay issues! If someone decides they want him to deploy w/them, they will actually let him deploy w/them (instead of using up all his active days preparing for nothing).

No more useless gear taking up every inch of our bedroom! It's better now that most everything's stacked in either plastic containers or out of the way at least, and more of the non-Army crap is in his storage unit, but its still crowded.

I'm still struggling to stay awake as early late as I need to. It's about 6:30 and I want to go to sleep. Depending on the job I do for big event #1, I may get to leave around 7am, I may have to stay until about 11:30am.

I'll quit before my head starts typing.

MilSpouse Friday Fill-ins

It's Friday again, the weekend is coming, while its not a big deal for me, I know others are happy, and it's time once again for:

This week’s questions are:

1. What is ONE thing you’d like civilians to understand about being a military family?


As Wifey said on hers, civilians need to know that our housing and healthcare isn't free. OH, IT ISN'T! Her reasons are different than mine, but we agree on this. My husband's insurance comes out of his pay, what's left over doesn't cover my cost, so I'm not covered on his. I get healthcare through the indian clinics, I won't get into their crappy care. Housing, well the only reason ours is free is because my mom is nice. She has allowed us to stay in my bedroom rent-free since before the wedding.


I would also like for full time military spouses and such to understand what all of us "part-timers" (or as Hellcat Betty puts it, "Civilitary" and yes, I've been waiting for a reason to use that word!) really deal with. This isn't a one weekend a month, two-three weeks a year thing for us. Military screw ups for us mean screw ups for numerous civilians that don't understand the military way. My husband has had to take off work for long amounts of time (at the last minute) just to come back sooner (or not go at all), while he's self employed, for others, this really screws them up. Their jobs rushed around to have people cover for them just to return sooner (or not go at all) as they said they would. Also, when its time to promote someone, guess who's gonna get it? The civilian who doesn't need time off at the last minute for missions, classes, or weekends for drill (which sometimes get changed or they're 3 day weekend)!


Also, not everyone is in units close to their homes, we live in Oklahoma, Vx's current unit is in Washington state, one of his former units was in southern Texas, another was moved to Arkansas.


There's probably other things, but I'll stop there.


2. What is your favorite mistake?


I remember thinking at the time how that mistake probably worked out better for me than it would have if I did a task correctly, but I can't recall any of those right now.


3. What indulgence could you give up for a year?


Alcohol, I barely drink as it is, so it shouldn't be a big deal.


4. If you could be a winged animal, what would you be?


I'll answer this as I apparently did after suffering head trauma and being on heavy amounts of morphine: "We're all evolving into penguins!"


5. What is one question you’d like to see asked in a future MFF?


More questions that all of us "part timer" wives/significant others can answer, as a Reservist, I thought Wifey would get this, but since she's married to a full time Sailor, it doesn't always seem like she does.


As always, my fellow mil readers, to play along, click on the picture at the top or on the left sidebar to visit Wifey's blog, please use her Mr. Linky and leave a comment, if she gets a chance, she'll visit yours as well (her internet sucks at the moment).


Have a good Friday! 

Seriously?! One in four?

The BBC has released a report that partially explains the frustration my husband and I have been feeling these last 2 years or so:

Frustration for the US soldiers who never went to war

It says only one in four actually deploy, seriously?! Then why are there so many going on multiple deployments? One of those other three can't go in their place? The military doesn't want to waste time re-training them? They sent my husband to the east coast in hopes he could walk on to a class that they a)sent him to the wrong place for and when he got to the right place b)the class was full, so he couldn't get in after all. The unit did let him stay on as another CBRN because he's also an expert saw gunner. Then he didn't get to go after all. There were people in this unit jumping out of windows, having doctors say their girlfriends/wives were having difficult pregnancies, everything they could think of to escape deployment, then my husband who VOLUNTEERED TO DEPLOY was kept behind because of some lazy-ass Army dentist didn't like the work another Army dentist did on my husband's teeth, so he was sent home to a civilian dentist to fix the problem?

I'm reminded of all of this several times a day, especially now since my husband's had surgery and we had to switch sides of the bed again (first time after my broken femur & surgery). Every time I walk into our bedroom over to my "new" side of the bed, I'm having to step on or over this deployment shit. He refuses to stick it in his storage unit, he claims security risk, but he won't try to find a more secure unit. He doesn't want to work hard enough to afford to pay rent on a two bedroom, and he won't get rid of anything! I want to move into a studio apartment by myself just to show him how little I own! Several times in the last year, I have asked, begged, and yelled at him to clean up his shit and he hasn't. That was the straw that broke the camal's back a week and a half ago, causing me to kick him out after spending the morning playing on his computer after he had said the night before that he would clean up his stuff and stick some of it in his storage unit.

MilSpouse Friday Fill-ins

Sorry, my mind's not working well, so here:

This week's questions are:

What food reminds you of your spouse?

I guess sushi, the only kind I don't hate is candy sushi (rice krispie treat, wrapped in a fruit roll-up w/gummi worms or bears).

Who would you rather sit next to in a cross-country plane ride: an irritating non-stop talker, or a quiet stare-er?

quiet stare-er, I'm quiet, so we should be ok.

What are your best tips on how to save money?

Don't marry someone like my husband.

What is your favorite summer memory?

Working at my former summer post, driving a golf cart around at night, meeting interesting people, watching fireworks f/the baseball field, beautiful sunrises, I loved it, but its been eliminated since the baseball team moved to a new field downtown.

Do you believe in ghosts?

I never really did until last summer. At my former summer post, I started seeing what looked like a person at night by the Winner's Circle. Typically, everyone's asleep at that time, and it was before the maintenance crews showed up to work on the track. Several times, I slammed on the golf cart brakes freaked out by seeing someone around, then when I turned my head back, it was always gone. My MIL and I have discussed this before, we figured it was a jockey. There are places at our job that people have been killed by accident, at least one building dates back to the 30's. A building that was tore down 2 years ago was a place MIL saw ghosts in. The space is now a parking lot that sometimes has a tent set up there. I've worked in the tent and that parking lot, but never saw a ghost there.

Click on the button at the top of this post or the one on the left sidebar to visit Wifey's post, use her Mr. Linky and leave some comment love. I hope future posts will be less tiresome and more fun. Husband just had surgery, he aggravating me with stuff that has nothing to do with his surgery, and its hard for me to get any sleep.

Have a good Friday!

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!

when?

Now leaving in a few days for mob site has become "on standby" if needed, forget the whole CBRN thing, they only want him because he's an expert on various guns, but only if some others can't go for some other reason, so once again, he's not getting deployed! This was the closest one, and I think FRG still wants to talk to me sometime. He's also supposed to talk to the IRS, wonder if that has anything to do with it? He wanted to pay them off while he's gone since he's not supposed to get taxed or something like that. As I've told him, only the most bizarre things happen to him, makes me think he's doing it to himself, he thinks he was a Nazi in another life and it's payback or something real bizarre like that. Whatever. I'm just fed up w/all his bullshit! The IRS is supposed to return a thousand of what they took, a thousand I earned in about 2 weeks working every single day for 59 days w/o a day off! Most of the money in the bank accounts when it was robbed from us was mine! My hard earned cash from working every single day w/no days off for almost 2 months! I don't consider this our problem, he did this before he even met me, and instead of paying it and everything else off, he spent money on gym memberships he didn't seem to use much, kung-fu classes and the contract he had to sign for it, laptops, helicoptors, airplanes, and so much other stuff that (he's doesn't seem to understand) aren't necessary, while staying out of debt is. Don't even get me started on his medical crap before he joined the Reserves.

How do you try to make plans in your life when everybody around you gives you (mostly) last minute notice? My job is mostly last minute, organizers of events decide at last minute they need more people, meaning my boss and many others at my job have to line up workers last minute, workers sometimes have to line up child care last minute, sometimes other things have to be done last minute (buying proper groceries, laundry, numerous times I've had to stop at an ATM on the way, if it's several hours then you have to either bring food, or bring money for concessions or eating out [although that's not always an option]), and then at times someone calls in. Vx's normal job is sometimes like that, if it's too cold, he can't do drywall, some places don't have electric so Wx has to be a factor for that. If he's sick or if the Army orders him to do something last minute (common occurance) he has to put off the job or tell the person he can't do it. Of course, the Army doesn't give out orders until the last minute because they know they can, civilian jobs will get in serious trouble if they don't let a guardsmen or reservist off work because they don't give proper notice, never mind their families. Just 2 months ago, I had to take off work at 6 am (hour early) so Vx could catch a flight at 7:45 am. This was on a Sunday and this airport takes almost no time at all to get through security (especially for someone in ACU's), but we didn't know flight times until Friday, he couldn't find another ride, and luckily I could leave early at that post, if I had been at the other one I couldn't. Coming home f/AT, he was told a few hours before that he was coming home that day, when they had told him up to that point that he would be staying for another week or two.

I won't start on the Virginia thing, I've already posted all of this shit before in other entries, I need to get to bed, so if you really want to know that story, it was in April towards the beginning. Good night/day to y'all!

Six Word Saturday

So much for a sweet goodbye!

I'm pissed, it's 6 words!

WTF

Incase anyone was wondering why I haven't been on the internet much in the last few days, early Sunday morning while at work, my phone decided to quit working right. Living in the middle of the fucking bible belt, no place was open that could help me out. Monday morning when one finally opened, the phone could not be repaired. The tech used the term DOA. I asked him about this blackberry that a girl from warriors gave Vx before she deployed (they do have different MOS's) he said yes, so today I took the Blackberry to the store to get it turned on, they said it couldn't be turned on since it was purchased and used by a different cell phone company. My options are to either file an insurance claim and get another Razr (my third) for $50, buy a used phone for $80, I also asked about their Blackberry's, one model was $150, the other's $180. The Razr's are the 5th and 6th cell phones that I've actually owned, all my other phones cost a penny and the Razr's were $50 each (first one was a Christmas present f/my mom, and the second was through the insurance).

There's other shit that has NOT worked out these last few days/weeks/whatever. It seems like nothing ever works out for me! It never fucking does!!! I must go to bed now, after all I do have to work every single night since no one can cover for me.

FMT, Vx's teeth, and Salsa

So the man who's doing my job 5 nights a week called me Monday evening to fill in for him last night. A woman who was working at the gate when I came in "didn't tell me" that I may get to do it 5-7 nights a week like I did last summer, and the other guy may quit. While it would be nice to have more hours, I was hesitant to do the job again this summer (reason why I procrastinated and he got the job). While some things have improved in the last week or so, (I'm not the only person there at night, some lights were left on all night, etc.) I still don't have a gator like I'm supposed to have for rounds (I can do them w/some modifications in my car, and I'm not going as often), and I still can't tell well enough if a horse has escaped or not since this one set of lights that always stayed on before aren't on.

Vx had some trouble w/some teeth yesterday, so he visited my last dentist, he wasn't impressed. The few times I had been to him, I didn't need any work done, they were check-ups, so I didn't know. My mom goes to him as well, he's worked on her teeth and she just seems to love him. She also brushes her teeth (real and fake) several times a day, while were more "realistic" and try to stick a toothbrush in our mouths at least once a day.

Vx has orders and a plane ticket to visit Salsa next week for a class. If one month translates into 3 days, then how long will a week be? Will he get to the airport near there and immediatly board a plane home? Well see...

It's dark in here...

Tonight, I found out one of the new CEO's rules, he wants overnight security to work in the dark. Why, so we can't see break-ins? Loose horses? What really bothers me about this is the fact that he retired from the police department, he's the former security director, so of all people he should understand how important it is for us to have a little bit of light to see if someone is breaking into our buildings, vehicles, or if an animal gets loose so that we can return it to a stall. It explains the rise in vehicle break-ins. I've only been at this post one other time when it was this dark, and that was when the electricity went out for about a minute during a storm. I almost tripped on some uneven pavement earlier in one of the more lit areas, my leg didn't enjoy that. I'm not even trying to walk around like I probably should, I'm just sitting in my car hoping no one walks up to it w/a gun or something. I'm locked in my car w/a window down (so I can hear things going on and for air) but any person can walk into the area I'm at. Thanks, you fuckin (retired) pig!

more shit

Yes folks, I will be griping and complaining a lot more about my life and Army shit, so feel free to leave at this time.

Ok, for anyone who decided to stay, I hope you know what you've got yourself into. I'll start w/what time I finally got to bed, almost 7 am, I tried to earlier than that, but it didn't happen. 10 am I wake up to Vx talking on the phone as loud as he can to some guy about his damn helicoptor, then I hear my mom, she came home to shower before leaving again, she's hanging out w/a new male friend, well see how long she can stand this guy. Then Vx continues to talk as loud as he can to a representative about his and another soldier's pay f/Salsa, (incase this hasn't been said before, Salsa isn't paying Vx and another guy, the other guy is a student who has been kicked out of his place because of this, and Vx is having trouble working because of the economy and other Army BS), then he talks (loudly) to the other guy and who knows who else. One hour of sleep lost because my husband can't be quiet! Then he leaves, but instead of quiet, P decides to keep hitting the bedroom door and meowing loudly. I've told her numerous times to quit, but she didn't (typical cat). Finally my alarm clock goes off about 12:30 so I can go to physical therapy, I never got back to sleep before that, so instead of getting up to go I tried to go back to sleep, I got maybe an hour more before the kids were outside, some adults decided to fight right outside the bedroom window, and of course, the cat. I got up, made the bed, got dressed, then layed down again w/the cat. P decided to continuously bite me, then Vx came home. I got up for good, one thing led to another and we started fighting again! Money, deployment, my injuries, where we live, everything exploded out!
One point I continuously made was that he's not getting deployed, other people keep getting picked over him, he's not at that school he's supposed to be at so he can go w/Salsa, and I'm sick and tired of him continuously telling people for the last year or more that he's going, even though he's still here! He brought up the fact that I don't have another job (what job can I get? who's hiring right now? and reminders that in a few months i'll be working many, many hours, and he hasn't been looking for a job either), I haven't seen anyone about my head, (I have tried, they keep telling me to call back in 6 weeks, I do and they tell me the same thing again), where we live (he wants me to pick the place, but he veto's my choices, he claims i'll be there more than him, i remind him he's not getting deployed!), he throws away money on his hobbies all the fuckin time while I haven't enjoyed mine since November, he spent half of my last pay check on rain gear because he used his on another computer, and the point I made in a previous argument that I had to make again: we're homeless yet we have 5 computers, bunch of Army shit he bought, helicoptors, camera equipment, kung-fu equipment and lessons he won't go to because he can't learn to ignore a certain person there, storage unit he doesn't use (keeps most of his tools in his vehicle, which he got stuff stolen out of it a while back because of that, and he won't keep his other stuff there; he made the point that they broke my window as well, I told him nothing got stolen out of mine, expensive shit got taken out of his, and he keeps our marriage license that I need in there somewhere), gym membership he doesn't use, and so much more. One more thing: he says, "I have orders" my response, "You've had orders for over a year, yet you're still here!"
Like the title of this blog says, I married into this bs, yay! I do feel better now having got all this off my chest again, so if you stuck around til the end, congradulations! I'll quit now and eat some dinner, besides, I think blogger's getting ready for an outage.