Magicpole
Well-Known Member
My beloved is off work sick, allegedly, I am off too and we are now on day 2 of, send for a doctor, I won’t make it till tea time, scenario.
I got up this morning, to be told she had been up since four o’clock, I said, you might have done the fucking dishes then, as a joke. You would have thought I shat in her tea.
We then proceeded, and when I say we, I mean she, to talk about how our bedroom needed a good clean and although in the demarcation stakes, that’s her job, how I never do it. I reminded her of the breakdown of tasks and she went into a huff.
She then went into her work site to deal with whatever she deals with and started talking about one of her students.
I was still pissed at her cheek, so honestly told her I don’t give a fuck about your students. Which I don’t. I hope they all do well and have fantastic lives etc, but the fact they are late two days in a row, is not a concern for me. We have been drawn against Valencia, are playing shite and need to buy players in the January window, so, not a lot of room to spare, mind wise.
I then got a 15 minute tirade about how I don’t care about her work and what she has to contend with.
Correct, I said in my mind.
Then it was how she hates wasted days and not doing something productive. As if that’s my fault. So I said. Hoping to be helpful.
You always go on about wasted days, but do fuck all about it. If you don’t want to have a wasted day, get off your arse and do something , all you do is moan about it, then look at me as if it’s my fault. You want a productive day, whatever the fuck that means, then do something apart from moaning.
Well, you should have heard her. Take that shitting in her cup and raise it to also strangling her mother with her own hair and we are still burning down an orphanage short of the rage level.
I went into the kitchen and cleaned it, the one she could have done at 4am.
I’m hoping to fuck she goes back to work tomorrow and gets herself into a better mood.
She will be off for two weeks come Friday and if they are anything like the last two days I am in trouble.
We haven’t even started Christmas shopping yet. I haven’t a clue what to buy her, so no doubt that will be another fucking thing to moan like fuck about.
How I keep my cheery disposition is a credit to my lovely personality.
Anybody else’s other half doing their head in?
I got up this morning, to be told she had been up since four o’clock, I said, you might have done the fucking dishes then, as a joke. You would have thought I shat in her tea.
We then proceeded, and when I say we, I mean she, to talk about how our bedroom needed a good clean and although in the demarcation stakes, that’s her job, how I never do it. I reminded her of the breakdown of tasks and she went into a huff.
She then went into her work site to deal with whatever she deals with and started talking about one of her students.
I was still pissed at her cheek, so honestly told her I don’t give a fuck about your students. Which I don’t. I hope they all do well and have fantastic lives etc, but the fact they are late two days in a row, is not a concern for me. We have been drawn against Valencia, are playing shite and need to buy players in the January window, so, not a lot of room to spare, mind wise.
I then got a 15 minute tirade about how I don’t care about her work and what she has to contend with.
Correct, I said in my mind.
Then it was how she hates wasted days and not doing something productive. As if that’s my fault. So I said. Hoping to be helpful.
You always go on about wasted days, but do fuck all about it. If you don’t want to have a wasted day, get off your arse and do something , all you do is moan about it, then look at me as if it’s my fault. You want a productive day, whatever the fuck that means, then do something apart from moaning.
Well, you should have heard her. Take that shitting in her cup and raise it to also strangling her mother with her own hair and we are still burning down an orphanage short of the rage level.
I went into the kitchen and cleaned it, the one she could have done at 4am.
I’m hoping to fuck she goes back to work tomorrow and gets herself into a better mood.
She will be off for two weeks come Friday and if they are anything like the last two days I am in trouble.
We haven’t even started Christmas shopping yet. I haven’t a clue what to buy her, so no doubt that will be another fucking thing to moan like fuck about.
How I keep my cheery disposition is a credit to my lovely personality.
Anybody else’s other half doing their head in?