DammitJanet
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Buck is getting his attitude back. At first he was sort of humble and willing to shut his mouth and not be himself but he couldnt keep it up long. Personally I think it was because he wasnt on opiates. I pointed that out to Tony because the minute he went back to his clinic here and got back on his vicodin, he returned to his same old awfully self. He is just getting worse as days go by.
In the last week or so it has really gotten bad. He has become absolutely almost hell to live with for me. He talks to me as if I am the dog poo on the bottom of his shoe. He tells me what to do and it isnt going over well with me at all. He acts like he owns this place and I should bow down to him....especially when Tony isnt here and at time he has started doing it when Tony is here. Tony seems to take it in stride but I simply cant. As far as Buck is concerned...he puts Tony and him at the top of the ladder and I come in somewhere at the bottom of the list.
He is jumping to conclusions constantly and blaming everything on everybody else and accusing people of doing this like stealing and it isnt true. When he does this he gets irate and rants and raves. When he finds out he is wrong, he just pouts. At the moment we are almost in a war where we dont talk unless needed and it is in a very sarcastic tone. I have repeatedly told him not to throw garbage like food scraps into the garbage can because when he changes the bags he leaves them by the front door and dogs with tear them open if they are left in the house. He just snarls at me. I am about at the point of snarling back.
I told Tony last night that his attitude his getting out of control and Tony just told me Buck has always had an attitude. I said well Im not putting up with attitude. Yesterday I looked around at our food and how much food we are eating. Buck had the audacity to go into my car to bring diet cokes into my house because we didnt have any drinks in the fridge. He should have made tea but he doesnt like the sweetener I bought to use. He goes through sugar like crazy. I had some truvia in the house and I wanted him to use that before I bought some more sugar. He had been refusing to use it since I bought it for him last year when he asked for it so when the sugar was all gone, I refused to replace it. He has been refusing to make tea either. Well Im not letting him drink my diet coke either. When I found out he went out to my car, I was livid. I am not locking my car. Tony thinks I am going to far. I told Tony that he knows I also have an attitude and two attitudes simply are not going to mix well and as he knows, mine is going to win. If Buck thinks that his attitude as always gotten him what he wanted, well he is going to be sadly mistaken because he hasnt met me. I have one that is far more ODD than he is. I can sling barbs far more hurtful than he can.
I have told Tony that if things do get too bad he is going to find Buck living in his car. I cant even get him to do something as simple as calling to find out if he was approved for food stamps or go down to the food bank to get something to help put something in the house. I mean we spend so much extra on feeding him. I made a comment last night to Tony about having to go back to eating boxed mac n cheese because of the cost of our groceries and he said oh no and I said well with how much food we are going through it may be needed. I mean we are going through a gallon of milk almost ever 2 days! Before he got here, a gallon sometimes went bad here. We bought half gallons.
In the last week or so it has really gotten bad. He has become absolutely almost hell to live with for me. He talks to me as if I am the dog poo on the bottom of his shoe. He tells me what to do and it isnt going over well with me at all. He acts like he owns this place and I should bow down to him....especially when Tony isnt here and at time he has started doing it when Tony is here. Tony seems to take it in stride but I simply cant. As far as Buck is concerned...he puts Tony and him at the top of the ladder and I come in somewhere at the bottom of the list.
He is jumping to conclusions constantly and blaming everything on everybody else and accusing people of doing this like stealing and it isnt true. When he does this he gets irate and rants and raves. When he finds out he is wrong, he just pouts. At the moment we are almost in a war where we dont talk unless needed and it is in a very sarcastic tone. I have repeatedly told him not to throw garbage like food scraps into the garbage can because when he changes the bags he leaves them by the front door and dogs with tear them open if they are left in the house. He just snarls at me. I am about at the point of snarling back.
I told Tony last night that his attitude his getting out of control and Tony just told me Buck has always had an attitude. I said well Im not putting up with attitude. Yesterday I looked around at our food and how much food we are eating. Buck had the audacity to go into my car to bring diet cokes into my house because we didnt have any drinks in the fridge. He should have made tea but he doesnt like the sweetener I bought to use. He goes through sugar like crazy. I had some truvia in the house and I wanted him to use that before I bought some more sugar. He had been refusing to use it since I bought it for him last year when he asked for it so when the sugar was all gone, I refused to replace it. He has been refusing to make tea either. Well Im not letting him drink my diet coke either. When I found out he went out to my car, I was livid. I am not locking my car. Tony thinks I am going to far. I told Tony that he knows I also have an attitude and two attitudes simply are not going to mix well and as he knows, mine is going to win. If Buck thinks that his attitude as always gotten him what he wanted, well he is going to be sadly mistaken because he hasnt met me. I have one that is far more ODD than he is. I can sling barbs far more hurtful than he can.
I have told Tony that if things do get too bad he is going to find Buck living in his car. I cant even get him to do something as simple as calling to find out if he was approved for food stamps or go down to the food bank to get something to help put something in the house. I mean we spend so much extra on feeding him. I made a comment last night to Tony about having to go back to eating boxed mac n cheese because of the cost of our groceries and he said oh no and I said well with how much food we are going through it may be needed. I mean we are going through a gallon of milk almost ever 2 days! Before he got here, a gallon sometimes went bad here. We bought half gallons.
