it seems that everyone in the family has decided that i am the “caregiver”. when mike had his stroke, he came to my house for me to take care of him. ok, well mom was supposed to do it, but i did it. mom is coming home to have her surgery, where i will be her caregiver. i keep asking her if she has asked for mars assistance. her stock answer is, “if i need help i’ll pay someone to do it”. ok, yeah right. mom pay for someone to take care of her. yeah, like that is going to happen. mom doesn’t believe in paying for that… she will give mar money to pay for the boys to go to private school, but i doubt she would actually PAY someone to come into our house and take care of her. she has me for that, why pay someone.
now, andrea (dad’s wife) had surgery on her knee, and i offered to help with a meal. i made dinner, cleaned up after myself and went home. hmm. why did i do that? i’m getting tired of being a nice person.
and speaking of that subject… i am so sick of the new boy. he really wanted to go out with me, no those aren’t his words, these are his words: “i really want to take you out gwen”. i’m thinking ok, lets see what this guy wants. so, he gets to my house, i’m sure thinking that we aren’t going anywhere. i said, ok, lets go. we go to tao-tao (be jealous speed!). we had tao-tao beef, chicken salad, veggie fried rice and sweet and sour pork (he ordered it). the meal was fine, tons of leftovers… and then the bill came. i picked up my purse off the floor… did he say, “no, i’m taking you out”? NOT! did he say, “put your money away”? NOT! he took ten, then looked at the bill again and put the ten back and took $20. yes, you guessed it. i payed my own way. the man who said i want to tak you out just made me pay for my 1/2 of dinner.
then, we go back to the house. ITS NINE O’CLOCK! and we go back to my house. no movie, no comedy club, no nothing. he then plops himself down on my couch and states: “i’m tired. i’m staying over”. WHAT? i’m thinking what the hell? you are staying over? great. i go upstairs and look for the clean sheets. i then change the sheets and the duvet, and take daisy for a walk, ALONE.
i get back and he says, did you walk daisy without me? HELLO? shouldn’t you have asked that question before i left? i then turn the lights off, leaving the one on timer on, and go upstairs. i found a new toothbrush for him to use, and then started brushing my teeth. i’m thinking “what in the hell am i doing?” i then get into bed, at which point, he jumps in, over me… oh my god. what the hell did i get myself into? he tried the sex card for a while. NOT. and then rolled over on his stomach (taking up 90% of the bed) and started to snore. i got up and went downstairs. i’m thinking i’m not going to sleep here. daisy followed a few minutes later, which unfortunately woke him up. he starts calling for me saying “it’s not fair”. DAMN STRAIGHT! i went back upstairs. i tried to sleep until 3, at which time i went back downstairs. he said, “it’s not fair” yet again, and got dressed and left saying “how am i going to get you to marry me, if you won’t even sleep in the same bed as me”. HELLO? can you not see how unhappy i am?
AHHHH! tell me, how do i dump this idiot? use a post-it? i need help. could someone please tell me what to do?
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