DammitJanet
Well-Known Member
Tony has been making a huge deal lately about how he gets up at 4 am to go to work and how hard he works and blah blah blah. How no one appreciates anything he does, yada yada yada. I just dont understand. I get to sleep whatever, I dont do anything. He hurts more than I could ever understand. He has it worse than I do. No one has it worse than him. Never mind that I have actual diagnoses, I am actually up because my joints were swollen and woke me up, I have a bladder infection, I stepped on a nail and it hurts so bad the sheets were bothering me.
I have been washing clothes since Saturday and folding them. Both he and Keyana kept throwing them off the couch as soon as I got them folded so now I have to rewash them and fold them again. Cory has yet to take his pile...the third pile I folded for him and Mandy...to his room. Billy hasnt taken his pile to his room yet. Tony did take one of his piles but has yet to take the second one.
And then I get asked at 4 am...where are his warm shirts? Hell if I know! I just washed darn near everything. Look wherever you put stuff. If its not there, look in the box of winter clothes we havent got out yet. I get yelled at. It couldnt possibly be there. He knows what he knows. I must have put his stuff in with Cory's. Nope. He sat right here with me while I folded clothes and I asked him...is this yours or Cory's. Cant blame me on that one.
I have done dishes, cooked meals...though on Monday night he wasnt satisfied with what I cooked. He started whining the second he saw what I made....left over deer stew and gravy but I didnt have extra stew veggies to add to it to make an actual stew so it was basically stew meat. I made corn bread to go with it. I thought that was a good meal. He started complaining the minute he walked in the door saying how he couldnt believe I expected him to eat just that...why not some rice too. I was like rice too along with corn bread? Seems like just more starch but if thats what you want, fine. I made rice. Anything to calm you down. Then...he didnt want the corn bread.
I had been sick since Sunday too. On Monday I had the stomach flu...or something. I kept having diarrhea. I was afraid to leave the house to go to the store. He wasnt happy about that. But even with that I cooked and washed dishes and made dinner. Then after he did all that complaining about the rice...he didnt eat the cornbread and said...oh...no one told him we had cornbread!!!... Of course we did...It was in the oven and both Cory and I told him. Heck, I had the oven open when he walked in!
Last night I was wrapping presents in the bedroom and he came in and just announced that it was HIS time for bed and I should know it and to GET my (insert bad word) off the bed NOW.
I know he is stressed out with his boss. I know why. I am ticked at his boss over the same reason he is. He has a very good reason to be ticked and after Xmas I intend to have a word of prayer with the man because he is treating Tony wrong and I dont like it one bit. However, he doesnt need to come home and take it out on me. I dont mind if he comes home and tells me he is ticked off at work...fine. I get it and would let him rant for hours. I also get it he is tired and hurting. Tell me that. Just dont yell at me like I am useless and doing nothing and like I am dirt.
I work hard around here whether he thinks so or not. No one else helps me much at all which is why this place is a sty. I cant do it all myself. He actually had the gall to tell me he worked hard on the kitchen over the weekend and now it looked horrible. Well...he didnt leave it perfect and I did wash the dishes. He didnt do all that much more than wash dishes either.
Argh.
I have been washing clothes since Saturday and folding them. Both he and Keyana kept throwing them off the couch as soon as I got them folded so now I have to rewash them and fold them again. Cory has yet to take his pile...the third pile I folded for him and Mandy...to his room. Billy hasnt taken his pile to his room yet. Tony did take one of his piles but has yet to take the second one.
And then I get asked at 4 am...where are his warm shirts? Hell if I know! I just washed darn near everything. Look wherever you put stuff. If its not there, look in the box of winter clothes we havent got out yet. I get yelled at. It couldnt possibly be there. He knows what he knows. I must have put his stuff in with Cory's. Nope. He sat right here with me while I folded clothes and I asked him...is this yours or Cory's. Cant blame me on that one.
I have done dishes, cooked meals...though on Monday night he wasnt satisfied with what I cooked. He started whining the second he saw what I made....left over deer stew and gravy but I didnt have extra stew veggies to add to it to make an actual stew so it was basically stew meat. I made corn bread to go with it. I thought that was a good meal. He started complaining the minute he walked in the door saying how he couldnt believe I expected him to eat just that...why not some rice too. I was like rice too along with corn bread? Seems like just more starch but if thats what you want, fine. I made rice. Anything to calm you down. Then...he didnt want the corn bread.
I had been sick since Sunday too. On Monday I had the stomach flu...or something. I kept having diarrhea. I was afraid to leave the house to go to the store. He wasnt happy about that. But even with that I cooked and washed dishes and made dinner. Then after he did all that complaining about the rice...he didnt eat the cornbread and said...oh...no one told him we had cornbread!!!... Of course we did...It was in the oven and both Cory and I told him. Heck, I had the oven open when he walked in!
Last night I was wrapping presents in the bedroom and he came in and just announced that it was HIS time for bed and I should know it and to GET my (insert bad word) off the bed NOW.
I know he is stressed out with his boss. I know why. I am ticked at his boss over the same reason he is. He has a very good reason to be ticked and after Xmas I intend to have a word of prayer with the man because he is treating Tony wrong and I dont like it one bit. However, he doesnt need to come home and take it out on me. I dont mind if he comes home and tells me he is ticked off at work...fine. I get it and would let him rant for hours. I also get it he is tired and hurting. Tell me that. Just dont yell at me like I am useless and doing nothing and like I am dirt.
I work hard around here whether he thinks so or not. No one else helps me much at all which is why this place is a sty. I cant do it all myself. He actually had the gall to tell me he worked hard on the kitchen over the weekend and now it looked horrible. Well...he didnt leave it perfect and I did wash the dishes. He didnt do all that much more than wash dishes either.
Argh.