The Day I Was Living With An Asshat
Added at 5:35pm and filed under Not impressed, health
My husband is such a fucking cock sometimes.
I’m sat up here in our bedroom because I don’t want to be anywhere near him right now. I know that’s not the healthiest way to deal with an argument but let’s face it, I’m not healthy, so I’m hardly going to start conforming now. Besides: sitting up here gives me time to fester on our row and enable me to think up cutting, seething one-liners five hours after the event. That’ll learn him.
At this point my post should come with some kind of awesome story illustrating why my husband is a cock but you know what? It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter because it doesn’t matter to him and that, dear reader, is the whole fucking problem. If it’s not important to him ergo it apparently doesn’t matter to anyone of us.
UH NO – WRONG. YOU ARROGANT ASSHAT, YOU.
So rather than spending my last day of freedom before my operation out in the 3D world, having lunch, doing a bit of window shopping and maybe even picking up the odd birthday present for me, we’ve spent the last five hours studiously avoiding each other and stomping around the house. And instead of letting me get something nice that I wanted for my birthday, I’ll now get shit I don’t want from Amazon, with whatever he doesn’t buy from there he’ll pick up ON OFFER from fucking Tescos. And while Amazon and Tescos are perfectly fine places to get somethings, they’re not ideal for finding gifts for your partner of FIFTEEN YEARS WHEN SHE GOES INTO FUCKING HOSPITAL FOR THE SECOND TIME IN SIX MONTHS PROMPTLY RUINING EVERY BIRTHDAY PLAN SHE HAD THIS YEAR.
And yes, I’m aware that this makes me sound like an ungrateful, selfish cow. But you’ll have to forgive me if I come across that way considering I’m upset and scared and worried about this stupid surgery and feeling as though I could utterly do without him on top of already having my birthday cancelled this year thanks to an unidentifiable growth in my fucking nostril.
I repeat: he’s a cock.
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On 14 June, 2009 at 6:17 pm, Audrey said:
You’re not ungrateful… you are unhealthy, but we all are in some way. You definitely sounds STRESSED OUT. :( My condolences about the surgery and birthday falling at the same time. I had a bunyeonoscopy 4 year so ago and was stuck at home for that birthday. Not so fun (and leading up to it I had nightmares/thoughts of them accidentally cutting my toe off! Thankfully all went fine.)
Sorry to not be more consoling, but I do feel your pain in the surgery at birthday time category. :\
On 14 June, 2009 at 7:20 pm, Kristin said:
Oh, Vixx.. I’m so sorry :( If you’re unhealthy than half the world is because I do the same thing after a fight. I know it’s significantly different when we’re talking fights with family and fights with a husband but… I’m sorry all the same. :(
I really hope things pick up for you post haste and the week does a massive turn around and you find yourself absolutely loving your birthday. You deserve it.
On 14 June, 2009 at 9:13 pm, Scarlet said:
Calm down V. You’re too upset and you have all the right to be. After all, it’s yet another surgery.
Maybe it is better to avoid your husband for a while, but after you feel better, just talk to him. :(
You don’t need more stress at the moment, hun.
Hugs
On 15 June, 2009 at 4:09 am, Jenn said:
“If it’s not important to him ergo it apparently doesn’t matter to anyone of us.”
Oh dear lord. My husband is the same way. It must be a core man gene or something.
I’m so sorry you’re experiencing what you are. You are no doubt stressed over your upcoming surgery, as you well should be. I’m so sorry that it’s going to ruin your birthday, and I’m sorry that your husband isn’t there for you as he should be.
*hugs* I hope that everything works out.
On 15 June, 2009 at 10:08 pm, Ash* said:
Sorry you’re so stressed… :( I actually had to get a Septoplasty to correct a deviated septum so I understand nose surgery.
It actually wasn’t that bad and I was pretty much fully healed within two weeks. As the days go by your nose bleeds less and less, but of course you’re getting a polyp (or more?) removed so the healing process may be a little different for you. Most likely better than mine because not only did they remove cartilage from my nose they also did a turbinate reduction (which was just another thing to bleed until it healed!).
You’ll be okay. I know all of these surgeries probably have you feeling quite depressed and angry but everything will be okay soon. *hugs*
On 16 June, 2009 at 4:52 pm, Melissa said:
I don’t think you’re being ungrateful, i do however, love that you call your husband a cock.. too cute!
On 17 June, 2009 at 4:14 am, valerie said:
I’m sorry, sweetie *hugs*
Hang in there!
On 19 June, 2009 at 2:23 pm, sharon said:
Hope you managed to sort things out, sweetie. Seems like bad things always come at once, but it will get better *hugs*
On 20 June, 2009 at 6:13 pm, Vixx said:
Thank you so much, guys. :) FYI, the argument lasted a further two days, and he completely overcompensated for said asshatness by buying me a PS3 for my birthday.
I cancelled it. What an asshat …
V xx