Him " i see scratches on the cutting board mats that came with the kitchen counter. i wonder who did that? theres only one person who could have done that. you!
i told you i dont want those used as cutting boards. see that? i see 2 scratches on there. when did that happen?
you have a no care attitude and i dont like it. i spent alot of money on these cabinets and countertops (installed back in 2002) and i dont want them ruined. "
and the crap went on and on back and forth about a half an hour. i came back with his no care attitude about what comes out of his mouth. about him leaving his personal belongings shoes boots coats shirts clothes gloves in the living room..
he said this is my house and i am not trying to please anyone else.
i said that is the absolute truth with both statements. its your house and you are not trying to please anyone else. you dont care what anyone else wants or how they feel about anything
(i didnt mention the and piles of things boxes large paper grocery sack of his receipts , mail. papers. stacks of misc junk piled on the table next to his recliner chair. tools on living room floor. unused humidifier vhs tapes old holiday cards on wood ledge by the phone he inconveniently put in the middle of the living room
... and piles of junk and junkfood on the kitchen table. he likes to stack up and clutter the kitchen table with bottles of sauce, bags of chips, bars, huge container of taco bell sauce. used tea bag in small condiment sauce cup, fly swatter, dirty napkins, unclean placemat under his plate, jar of peanut butter. etcetera)
Earlier today we were talking in the garage about him thinking about getting a different car and how much money it costs to have a good running dependable car.
I said why dont we have much money? I never had a high paying job. Bosses expect you to go to work regardless of the weather. They dont care if your car rusts to pieces. Here you are fixing major rust issues by doing fiberglass repair on your car and youre the one who has complained about driving in the salt and how it rusts cars since U met you in 1987..."
He had enough of me and exclaimed
"You need to go away! All you do is talk! What good are you doing me?!"
So the notches in his bedpost are less and getting fewer with me. each time he opens his mouth his foot is right in it along with his ass.
And a few hours before dinner he was looking at some homemade vhs tapes i put on the table for him to look at to decide what to view keep or toss. I said i dont trust homemade tapes from other people. I trust the tapes we made many years ago. We recorded 2 or 3 movies off tv on each tape.
He says why dont you trust tapes made by other people! Maybe they put a sex movie on it?
I said it was 2 things i am concerned about. Quality and content. I never thought about somebody recording a sex movie in the middle of something marked otherwise.
I told him i remembered one of those people who helped sell stuff at john laysons estate sale told me she worked in houses of other people who would play sex movies in the living room while she and others were working on getting the sale ready.
he said if someone did that i would think they are trying to provoke me (into having sex)
He asked me what i would do if someone played sex movies while i was working at their house. i said i would tell them i dont like it and i am leaving the premises if you keep playing it. Then i would leave and never go back.
"What if you were attracted to a guy who did that?" he asked.
"I would leave and never go back. Sex tapes are a turn off to me and i wouldnt do anything with the guy even if i were attracted to him. If he played movies like that I am gone forever."
i said what would you do in that situation. he said i wouldnt say anything and keep working.
i said i find that unbelievable with you. if you were attracted to a woman who played sex tapes youd probably take advantage of the situation have sex with her and come back for more .
the day was filled with nasty comments mockery sarcasm hateful atttitude loud voice antagonism from him AGAIN. as usual.
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