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<blockquote data-quote="Hound dog" data-source="post: 381984" data-attributes="member: 84"><p>Thanks crazy for moving the post. I may have to add to it as I move from room to room. LOL (that is sarcastic laughter there)</p><p></p><p>I think I'll stay a difficult child for quite a while.............at least until the house is back to normal clean. I got that utility cabinet I've been waiting for.....he put the supports on the kitchen hutch. And he'd better be hunting for the duck decor on ebay.</p><p></p><p>LOL I know about the duck decor being there because Nichole was going to surprise me with it for xmas....she she also played a hand in it's demise. But the bid for the set she was hoping to get went too high at the last min. I told her to keep watching it. Bid on it for me and I'll give her the extra money if needed, or rather husband will.</p><p></p><p>I am so bleeping mad at all my stuff being treated like garbage that I just want to go to husband and beat him within an inch of his life. All our married life I did without anything nice, anything new. I didn't complain, I just made do. Then I get hit by a truck and I get the house of my dreams........and now it looks like a dive. So you can imagine how that makes me feel. No respect for what I went thru to get this house or the few nice things I bought to make it nicer. None.</p><p></p><p>I am counting the days until I pass the state boards and get my first nursing job. </p><p></p><p>Which by the way has also been messed up wonderfully. I can't pay for the background check the application fees and the test itself. Why? Because I used the money to do that to pay the bleeping house payment and buy food so we could eat. Why would I do that? Because God forbid my lazy *ss husband make an honest effort to actually find a job........even a gas station job, a walmart job. Just a f-ing job!!!<img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite4" alt=":mad:" title="Mad :mad:" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":mad:" /></p><p></p><p>So now my kids.........god love them.........are trying to figure out how to scrape together the money to give it to me for xmas. If they do I think I'll pound them. Sweet and I love them for it, but for once in his pathetic life husband is going to step up to the plate and give me the money I need for this. Or soon as I have teeth in my mouth again I'm getting a job as an aide.........and saving the money myself and his fate will be signed sealed and delivered no turning back.</p><p></p><p>It's no wonder the kids only have minimal affection for the man and absolutely no respect for him whatsoever. They can barely tolerate being around him. Grandkids.........they avoid him, he scares them and they don't think he likes them. Except for Brandon who for some strange reason believes if he smiles at grandpa long enough he'll eventually melt his icey cold heart. ugh</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Hound dog, post: 381984, member: 84"] Thanks crazy for moving the post. I may have to add to it as I move from room to room. LOL (that is sarcastic laughter there) I think I'll stay a difficult child for quite a while.............at least until the house is back to normal clean. I got that utility cabinet I've been waiting for.....he put the supports on the kitchen hutch. And he'd better be hunting for the duck decor on ebay. LOL I know about the duck decor being there because Nichole was going to surprise me with it for xmas....she she also played a hand in it's demise. But the bid for the set she was hoping to get went too high at the last min. I told her to keep watching it. Bid on it for me and I'll give her the extra money if needed, or rather husband will. I am so bleeping mad at all my stuff being treated like garbage that I just want to go to husband and beat him within an inch of his life. All our married life I did without anything nice, anything new. I didn't complain, I just made do. Then I get hit by a truck and I get the house of my dreams........and now it looks like a dive. So you can imagine how that makes me feel. No respect for what I went thru to get this house or the few nice things I bought to make it nicer. None. I am counting the days until I pass the state boards and get my first nursing job. Which by the way has also been messed up wonderfully. I can't pay for the background check the application fees and the test itself. Why? Because I used the money to do that to pay the bleeping house payment and buy food so we could eat. Why would I do that? Because God forbid my lazy *ss husband make an honest effort to actually find a job........even a gas station job, a walmart job. Just a f-ing job!!!:angry: So now my kids.........god love them.........are trying to figure out how to scrape together the money to give it to me for xmas. If they do I think I'll pound them. Sweet and I love them for it, but for once in his pathetic life husband is going to step up to the plate and give me the money I need for this. Or soon as I have teeth in my mouth again I'm getting a job as an aide.........and saving the money myself and his fate will be signed sealed and delivered no turning back. It's no wonder the kids only have minimal affection for the man and absolutely no respect for him whatsoever. They can barely tolerate being around him. Grandkids.........they avoid him, he scares them and they don't think he likes them. Except for Brandon who for some strange reason believes if he smiles at grandpa long enough he'll eventually melt his icey cold heart. ugh [/QUOTE]
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