Believe it or not all, I'm not that upset. Well, that's true and not true. I AM upset...but mostly I'm just like..
"Really? Already? Really? How is that even possible?"
Friday we got him the apartment. Saturday I took him some groceries and said, "I'm done." Sunday he called asking for a ride to work (45 minutes early) and we told him to walk. Monday - last night - Jabber took him his book and he wasn't home, but was home before midnight. Today I asked earlier by text after he called asking for a plunger how the walk to work was...he said, "It's okay." Then tonight...
So yeah. I'm more upset that I was so stupid. It's not like I thought he'd keep this job forever. I just thought...well, maybe until he got freaking PAID!
Really, nothing has changed as far as we're concerned. He still has to June 1, (5 months, not 6), to get his act together. I'm done spending money. There's no reason at all why I should spend another penny. He has a roof over his head and if he can't pay the electric he can walk his atheist arse around to the churches and ask those religious folks he couldn't care less about for help. He can get food from the food pantries, there are several. I quit smoking with all this damn stress on me - he can too. So yeah. Nothing has changed except I intend to reclaim my Game of Throne DVD's for fear of him selling them.
Done.
