Well, just had a words with the so called “Better” half. She closes tonight up at Wendys, for those that don’t know it, she’s an assistant manager. I assumed that I would drive her being that my cars brakes still need work so I could take Jacob to the soccer game that his teacher had organized for some of the kids as a reward. When she saw me getting dressed, the words were, “where do you think you’re going” and when I said about Jacob her response was simply “I don’t care.”   Seems that I’m to blame for everything, my car not being fixed yet, the washer not being fixed and the loss of the internet. Now, let me set things straight.

My car:

Although it is true that I stopped working on it for the time being, the reason is simple. I need a set of line wrenches that when I told her that, I was told tough luck. So, I have to wait until next week when I get my SSI check, a measly $248.00.

The washer:

Again, it comes down to money. I’m sure I know what part is screwed, but I cannot afford the part. I only get $248 a month, she gets almost $2,000! But it’s me that she expects to pay for a $100+ part!

The Internet:

Now this I do normally pay, and come next week, I will make a double payment to get it back on. Reason it wasn’t paid, because I had tried to use the auto pay at Menards to buy a propane cylinder, I tried 3 times and thought it was busted. I later found out that even though I never got it, it ended up charging me close to $150! When I asked her to pay it this month, she got pissed. And yet there have been times when she has asked me to pay something extra and I wasn’t being given a freaking choice about it.

What I can’t figure out is what the hell does she do with her money, which by the way is a forbidden subject. She doesn’t drink, smoke or do drugs. She doesn’t gamble. So just where is her money going??

I also admit that there are times when I just want to say “FUCK IT” and leave, but that’s what my oldman did to me and I’ll be damned if I do it to my own kids. That’s also why I’m so intent in bringing in more of my own money by way of my artwork. Maybe then, if and when I make as much if not more than she does, I can knock her off that high horse of hers and she’ll come to her senses.