I blew up tonight. I really shouldn't have, but I couldn't take it. I mean I'm TIRED of feeling used. This week I spent $120 on food, getting him more then myself. Cookies which I'll never eat, food that contains shrimp that I have, beer to make him happy, and then I spent $15 on Cigs because I know that he can't afford them this week. Today he forgot his pop at home, so what does he do? Calls me and begs me to bring him a soda and dinner. Fuck that!
I lost it tonight. I was looking for a new Car online and realized I don't think I can afford one, even though I NEED one. I don't know how much more I can take of all of this. I'm losing my mind. Is it so much to ask to be equal? I can't afford this. I'm living outside of my means. Hell, he NEVER got me a Christmas gift, I brought my Christmas gift from him, he NEVER paid me back.
I know everyone says "your a nice girl, you can do better" but I'm convinced that there aren't good guys out there that I could be with. Not that I mind being alone, at least I won't have to bother asking them if I can go out on a weekend or why I'm spending $60 on dog training classes. Even why I'm buying something for the dog...
I'm tired of all of this bullshit. Why can't my life just go right for once???
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Just STOP Bothering the Dog!
I live in a 525 sqft one bedroom house. It really is TINY. Living here with me is my boyfriend of 9 years and my 65lb American Pit Bull Terrier (who is the love of my life sad but true). It's been a COLD winter here and this tiny house is heated by a wall furnace located in the living room. It's a mad dash between all of us in the house to get to that heater when it kicks on to just get that bone chilling cold out of our bodies for just a few moments.
My dog N. LOVES the heat. He'll lay in front of that heater, or really any source of heat until he starts panting, and then stays put. My Boyfriend (known as BF from now on) is this skinny guy of 130lbs who is 5'11" tall (yeah, no clue why he's lost so much weight over the past few months) who gets cold if you walk past him and theres a wind constantly fights my dog for the heat and this annoys the heck out of me.
BF will yell at N. to move, which causes N. to run to me in the kitchen. N. then starts bugging me to tell me that the BF told him to move (Picture a kid running up to their mother and tattle tailing on their sibling and you get a good picture of what I deal with). I tell N. to go lay down which then sets the BF off because N. MUST go past the heater to get into the living room, and as soon as N. feels the heat he stops and tries to lay down which is NOT want the BF wants at all. So for the 7mins the heater is on, it's a constant battle of the BF vs N.
How hard is it to just share the heat? I mean really, come on. The dog is laying on the floor, minding his own business. You can step over the dog, he will not move. He's far enough away from the heater where you can stand in front of the heater and not be bothered by the dog. Just leave the F&*#&*g dog ALONE!
I know it seems petty, but this has been going on EVERY DAY since OCTOBER! I mean really? REALLY?!?! You can't just leave the dog alone?!?!? Then you FIGHT me over telling you to PLEASE stop making the dog move every time you walk next to the heater? Is it that hard to PICK UP YOUR FEET AND STEP OVER THE DOG?!?!?!!! Stop being so lazy and just do it. I swear my BF only does this stuff because he doesn't like the dog, which I would just like to point out that HE is the one who wanted to get a dog! I wanted a cat. I'm not glad we got a dog, because it changed my life and I ended up finding something I love to do, but He is the reason why we got a dog in the first place. Suck it up and deal with it!
You'll hear a LOT about my BF in the future. This is only the beginning...
My dog N. LOVES the heat. He'll lay in front of that heater, or really any source of heat until he starts panting, and then stays put. My Boyfriend (known as BF from now on) is this skinny guy of 130lbs who is 5'11" tall (yeah, no clue why he's lost so much weight over the past few months) who gets cold if you walk past him and theres a wind constantly fights my dog for the heat and this annoys the heck out of me.
BF will yell at N. to move, which causes N. to run to me in the kitchen. N. then starts bugging me to tell me that the BF told him to move (Picture a kid running up to their mother and tattle tailing on their sibling and you get a good picture of what I deal with). I tell N. to go lay down which then sets the BF off because N. MUST go past the heater to get into the living room, and as soon as N. feels the heat he stops and tries to lay down which is NOT want the BF wants at all. So for the 7mins the heater is on, it's a constant battle of the BF vs N.
How hard is it to just share the heat? I mean really, come on. The dog is laying on the floor, minding his own business. You can step over the dog, he will not move. He's far enough away from the heater where you can stand in front of the heater and not be bothered by the dog. Just leave the F&*#&*g dog ALONE!
I know it seems petty, but this has been going on EVERY DAY since OCTOBER! I mean really? REALLY?!?! You can't just leave the dog alone?!?!? Then you FIGHT me over telling you to PLEASE stop making the dog move every time you walk next to the heater? Is it that hard to PICK UP YOUR FEET AND STEP OVER THE DOG?!?!?!!! Stop being so lazy and just do it. I swear my BF only does this stuff because he doesn't like the dog, which I would just like to point out that HE is the one who wanted to get a dog! I wanted a cat. I'm not glad we got a dog, because it changed my life and I ended up finding something I love to do, but He is the reason why we got a dog in the first place. Suck it up and deal with it!
You'll hear a LOT about my BF in the future. This is only the beginning...
And so it begins
First of all, I'll tell everyone right off the bat, I'm not that great of a writer. It's very hard for me to get my feelings out on paper...erm... how would you put that? Out on the hard drive? Monitor maybe? All well, that's not important. You know what I mean.
I'm just a regular gal working a regular job, and living a regular life. I'm not special, I'm no smarter then the next person, I'm no prettier then your average woman, heck I really have nothing special about me at all. I'm just who I am plain and simple.
I do suffer from depression which what working American adult doesn't anymore? All you have to do is look at your paycheck and that depression just sinks deep into the pit of your stomach. Turn on the TV, and the media is right there pressing issues down your throat and attempting to scare you into defeat. Yeah but something is messed up in my head causing most days to be "woe is me" days according to the doctors, but sometimes I really wonder if they aren't over reacting and I'm just normal.
What pushed me to start this "diary" was an argument with my boyfriend of 9 years. I don't have any friends. I've always been a loner in life, very anti-social, so I needed a place to just write what's going on in my head. It's doubtful that anyone will ever take the time to read this diary, but maybe one day someone will. Maybe they are feeling alone like myself and this blog just will give them a little boost that they need to get through life.
So yeah now that I'm rambling, I guess I should post this. Anonymous posting will me enabled because sometimes, you need to speak out but not be found and that's why I'm writing this out. While I need to say what needs to be said, I don't need the few people in my life finding out what goes on in my head. It's scary enough just me knowing what goes on in there. I don't need people I know in there as well.
I'm just a regular gal working a regular job, and living a regular life. I'm not special, I'm no smarter then the next person, I'm no prettier then your average woman, heck I really have nothing special about me at all. I'm just who I am plain and simple.
I do suffer from depression which what working American adult doesn't anymore? All you have to do is look at your paycheck and that depression just sinks deep into the pit of your stomach. Turn on the TV, and the media is right there pressing issues down your throat and attempting to scare you into defeat. Yeah but something is messed up in my head causing most days to be "woe is me" days according to the doctors, but sometimes I really wonder if they aren't over reacting and I'm just normal.
What pushed me to start this "diary" was an argument with my boyfriend of 9 years. I don't have any friends. I've always been a loner in life, very anti-social, so I needed a place to just write what's going on in my head. It's doubtful that anyone will ever take the time to read this diary, but maybe one day someone will. Maybe they are feeling alone like myself and this blog just will give them a little boost that they need to get through life.
So yeah now that I'm rambling, I guess I should post this. Anonymous posting will me enabled because sometimes, you need to speak out but not be found and that's why I'm writing this out. While I need to say what needs to be said, I don't need the few people in my life finding out what goes on in my head. It's scary enough just me knowing what goes on in there. I don't need people I know in there as well.
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