Ugghhh...I hate him!!!!
So, I worked all day--had to be there early because the owner promised a patient he could come in thirty minutes before we actually opened to accommodate his schedule! (Really, I drive an hour each way to get to work--we have a rainy, messy commute this morning and I have to be at work earlier than usual?! Anyway, enough about that!) I work all day, dealing with myriad patient complaints, doctor issues, employee issues, etc. By the time I get off I am exhausted--literally, mentally and emotionally. I have to stop at the store on the way home because he doesn't have sodas, and is incapable of going to the grocery store to get them (after all that is MY job, not his! yet he is the only one allowed to drink them). It is the day before Thanksgiving at 6:00 PM so you can only imagine what the freaking grocery store looks like--and all I need is damn sodas for his lazy ass!!!! I finally get home at about 6:30--nearly 12 hours after leaving the house. Now I have to carry the two cases of sodas up two flights of steps, sidestepping the damn cat the whole way who has not been let in and has been out in the cold rain for probably an entire day. He is winding around my ankles and in short trying to trip me up while he meows his complaints to me.
T. is in the bathroom cutting his hair when I get here. I have a sink full of dirty dishes that have to be cleaned before I can cook dinner; two knocked out girls and my son is gone. I start washing dishes so I can start dinner when he comes out of the bathroom and starts getting dressed. After about five minutes I go into the bedroom and ask if he is leaving. He says "yep" in a short way then he asks me "why I want to know". I say, well I was wondering if I should start your dinner. He then rolls his eyes and proceeds to rant and rave about the fact that it took me a whole five minutes to even bother coming back and asking him; I didn't bring him a cold drink, and on and on. I rolled my eyes and told him that he knew I was home trying to clean the kitchen and start cooking dinner. Anyway, I asked him where he was going and he yells at me that he isn't going to have another one of those kinds of conversations with me; he will go wherever the fuck he wants to go. I leave the room because really I just don't have the energy tonight. He then slams out of the house.
AHHHHHHHH what an arrogant, asshole. Who the f does he think he is!!!!???? I f'ing hate his guts and that is the God's honest truth!!
There, I feel better now.
T. is in the bathroom cutting his hair when I get here. I have a sink full of dirty dishes that have to be cleaned before I can cook dinner; two knocked out girls and my son is gone. I start washing dishes so I can start dinner when he comes out of the bathroom and starts getting dressed. After about five minutes I go into the bedroom and ask if he is leaving. He says "yep" in a short way then he asks me "why I want to know". I say, well I was wondering if I should start your dinner. He then rolls his eyes and proceeds to rant and rave about the fact that it took me a whole five minutes to even bother coming back and asking him; I didn't bring him a cold drink, and on and on. I rolled my eyes and told him that he knew I was home trying to clean the kitchen and start cooking dinner. Anyway, I asked him where he was going and he yells at me that he isn't going to have another one of those kinds of conversations with me; he will go wherever the fuck he wants to go. I leave the room because really I just don't have the energy tonight. He then slams out of the house.
AHHHHHHHH what an arrogant, asshole. Who the f does he think he is!!!!???? I f'ing hate his guts and that is the God's honest truth!!
There, I feel better now.
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