Since the last big bit of crap I got for my sarcasm and anxt, I have been pretty much keeping my opinion and complaints about life to myself…
Sometimes, venting (even if it’s just to blow off steam and really means nothing to anyone but me) can backfire… literally.
Whatever. I’m just as full of sarcasm and anxt and pretty much miserable with life in this house. All I can say is choose carefully before you make a big, fat, wrong life choice like getting married.
I mean there are ALOT of factors involved in compatibility, and people should really pay attention to those factors. Unlike yours truly.
TOLERATION OF THE SPOUSE’S SPAWNS.
I can’t tolerate his daughter. She is horrible. She won’t work and try to support herself. She moves out. She moves back in. She moves out. She moves back in. She steals from us, and when I say steal, she wiped him out. She lies and denies. She’s lazy.
And at this point, toleration isn’t anything I can make myself feel. I look over at her and I get angry. I hear her voice and I cringe. I see her eating and it makes me sick. That’s all the girl does is eat, sit, sleep and run the roads. God forbid she get a job. God forbid she try to buy her own shampoo, soap, hair dryer.
Why work when Daddy will keep letting her go in my room and use my things.
TRUE COMMONALITIES… NOT FAKE ONES
When me & Big T were just dating, he played himself to be a real family man. He played himself off as someone who enjoys being around friends and interacting with people. Yah, not so much.
It is so easy for someone to fake someone else out when they aren’t together 24/7. This man doesn’t do anything. Nothing. He sits on the couch and smokes cigarettes.
Chain smoker. Now, don’t get me wrong. I smoke. But it’s a pack every couple of days. Sometimes less. This man goes through a carton of smokes in three or four days. He’s not the healthiest person to begin with, but at this point, his health is his problem. He doesn’t care, why should I? But, my house SMELLS SO BAD. And it’s impossible to get the stink out.
He is lazy as his daughter and son. He sits all day and the stupid dogs, which nobody wants to take out when I’m not home, apparently pee somewhere in this house. I don’t see it, but I can smell it and it disgusts me.
I’m a neat freak and there is no way for me to live the way I want to in this house. I work 55 or more hours a week. None of these people that live in this house work.. or do house work. I come home to dirty dishes pile high in the sink. I come home to cook after I clean the kitchen and then I clean it again. I have to dust and vacuum. I have to scrub the toilets. God forbid any of them do anything around here.
SEX – What the hell is that? After four years of marriage, I do believe I could be certified as a re-confirmed virgin, and that my friends isn’t by choice.
What to do??