Moose is well, and has a second round of antibiotics waiting for her once the first round is complete.
That said, now my husband is being an ass.
A big one.
Yeah, yeah, I know he's on steroids for his damnable poison ivy, but three weeks into his treatment I kind of wish he lived elsewhere. He has Roid Rage, I think. Every time he gets steroids its like this. No matter the problem, big or small its always the fault of whoever happens to be nearby. Namely, me. It's always my fault.
Not my fault he bought booze for me and snacks with money he SHOULD have used toward his gas. He knows the Jeep gets thirsty. I didn't ask for booze or snacks. I knew shit was going to be tight this week, we spent $200 on the cat last week and we are broke.
Not my fault he had a rather lazy and uninformed childhood in which he NEVER learned to change a bike tire.
Not my fault his diet is nearly completely all GARBAGE. Nope. We have perfectly good food at home, that he made, and the minute he gets depressed or angry he runs off and buys some shit cheeseburger or just eats 5 meals in one sitting of the perfectly good food we have at home.
Not my fault his parents let him drink as much soda as he wanted, so now its all he wants.
My favorite Jon-ism while on the steroids--"The dogs' water bowl is gross, it needs cleaned."
What the Fuck? I think my exact reply was "So clean it."
This of course made him go nutters even though they are also HIS dogs and HE LIVES IN THIS HOUSE TOO.
SO CLEAN IT YOU LAZY BASTARD was what I should have said since he got mad anyway.
Sorry Jon, you are going to be 27 this August. Grow the fuck up. I'm not your mom and I'm not your slave, I'm also not your whipping boy. I really don't think you know what to do with me because I stand up to you and all the other women in your life just kind of sighed and let you rage. Why? Why should you have been indulged in such selfishness as a child? They let you rage simply because it was easier. I'm not that way. I rarely take the easy way out. I'm a fighter and a survivor. You know that.
If you can't deal with it, then why did you marry me?
I'm Mad Again--The Animals
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