Demolition

Well, S and I aren't speaking. Can't really tell you why, just a lot of things balled up into one. Oh, I'm not angry, really don't know how we came to not speaking but there are a few things that probably led up to it.

Let's see;
1. He got all sideways when I told him I wouldn't give $5 for this hunk of metal he called a jeep to go out in the woods. And tell me why he has a 4 wheeler? I didn't tell him no, told him to do what he wanted to do, but the guy really should be paying someone to take it off his land instead of wanting $500 for it. Yes, I know that is not a lot for a vehicle that runs, but it sure is ugly, has duck tape all over the windshield to hold the broken thing from shattering inside and is hand painted camoflauge (from a can).

2. He came in my house and literally demolished a complete wall, double fireplace with mantels. Now my computer room is completely open to the living room and wood, fireplace, vents, sheetrock is all in my living room, my dining room and the floor is covered in sheetrock dust and tools. Yes, we had discussed this and have even been financially preparing to do some significant remodeling but he thought it would be cheaper if he demolished it himself and just built one wall up instead. Now, not that I mind him trying to save money or doing some of the construction himself, but it all happened while I was studying and trying to get several assignments knocked out before class tonight and all the hammering and clammering just drove me nuts.

3. He called me a dimwhit. I hate it when he talks to down to me like I am a child. I really take offense to that and it lights my fire quicker than anything else. He says I was ignoring him, and I probably was, Medium was on and he was going on and on about an entertainment center. Okay, I should have given him my full attention and I do tend to have tunnel vision when I am enthralled in a show, and of all shows, Medium is one that you have to watch every second of or you may miss a dream. I know, I'm pitiful.

4. I think he may have gotten upset that I bought my parents two cell phones and added 2 new lines to my previous plan. No, it wasn't adding the lines, it is the fear that they are going to let my son (they let him use their last one and he ran up the bill AND lost the phone) get ahold of the phones and run up our bill, since my mom, my dad and I will be sharing minutes, which we have never tried before. I really don't like them not having a cell, especially with my mom being constantly on the road soon when my dad is hospitalized. Anyhow, he didn't say a work but you know how when you have lived with someone for 7 years and you know them better than they know themselves.... I just have a feeling.....Well, I know they have learned their lesson and won't do that again. I feel better just knowing if they need me, they can call, wherever they are.

and the kicker was......
5. We are out of cokes. Yes you heard me, we are out of cokes. He opens the fridge last night and says we need to go to the grocery store, there is nothing to drink. I responded by saying that sure, we have milk, water, juice, tea, Crystal Light, kool-aid, all those things. We just don't have cokes and the reason is that he drinks a 2 liter every day. If I bought cokes to get him through the month, that would be 30 2 liters. We buy groceries once a month and it just isn't time yet. He can drink tea or something else. Am I being juvenile here? He really needs to cut down, doesn't he? I guess if it'll make him talk to me, I guess I'll go get the darn cokes. But is it the principle of the thing?

You know, I think it may also be that I have had surgery and I am "off limits" if you know what I mean. Maybe that is part of the problem. Speaking of this subjec,t did anyone happen to watch Montel yesterday. I so could relate to some of these women.....

Or maybe I am just a bitch and should let him do what he wants to do and not say a word. He keeps reminding me how good he is to me and that I would never find someone that does as much as he does. He is probably right, but he still can light my fuse and send me reeling once in a while. Why is that.

Okay. I'm through venting now.........
Gotta go clean up some of this mess. I can't look at it anymore.
Then gotta write 5 law case studies. UGH!!!!!!
Back to the grindstone.....
No rest for the weary.