DISCLAIMER- extremely pissed when this was written...
So, yes, yesterday was Valentine's Day.. some may say that it's just another hallmark holiday, but for couples, doing something a little nice is a bit of a treat.
Thankfully, I'm blessed with an iddiot of a husband that did nothing. Yesterday, I even called while I was talking to a friend about how he was going to do something for this girl, to not so subtley mention flowers. Now, I said specific flowers, that aren't the most common to the area, but I know that they are attainable. And he does as well.. when someone clear across the country previously sent me some of the flowers that I'd asked him for.
Now, fuck me, but I thought perhaps, just perhaps, the reason he decided to take yesterday off was not merely a coincidence. It's that wonderful thing called faith of course.. of which, as I have said I have lost in most people. (Now I'm beguinning to sound like that nutbag that I will not name, and it only further adds to the frustration).
No, yesterday, I awoke a couple of times.. one was early when Maddox wouldn't sleep. Another, later on so that I could use the restroom... and the final time, was when the phone rang.. I walked out to my living room to see Ethan sleeping on the floor, and no Andre. He'd lost one of his contacts and needed a new prescription. Fine, "it shouldn't take that long" he said. I called after awhile had passed, and he said that he was just now going to be able to be seen. At this point, all chances of possibly going out and doing something for the day, were slimming more and more.
He has this lazy fucking habit, that on his days off, he just wants to stay at home and veg. I'm glad he enjoys that time. I think it fucking sucks.
I am sincerely beguinning to doubt any chances that he is/has actually been dieting. Everytime I turn around, he seems to be eating... he says the portions are smaller.. but I think that when you have a tupperware bowl of salad that it hardly consists of a diet. In fact, it completely destroys the purpose of dieting. I have as of yet, to actually see him get off his ass and exercise. I really don't think he gives a fuck.
After some time passes, and he does nothing when he comes home.. not even give me a hug or a kiss, I go to sit at my desk. He's playing his damn game. I was considering logging in and playing, but I turn around, and he's already in an instance with some people. I didn't feel like twiddleing my thumbs and soloing, so I just turned around, pissed, and went to the living room to watch some tv. He didn't seem to notice/care about the look on my face.
That's about how the rest of my day went actually. He was over there doing his thing, and I would just pass out off and on so that my day would go faster. It was crap. I love it.
The funny thing is... when I talked to my friend and he told me about what he was doing for this girl, I posted a silly little note to my friends about how if they have someone special, they should remember to do something for them. I got a smarmy ass remark from someone that got it "I feel like I'm in 3rd grade..." and my husband did nothing. When I finally bitched at him about it, he said "why are you even with me then?" I had to answer..
