Well, I've managed to really make a mess and now I am hoping I can clean it up. My husband has been struggling with a weight problem because of yo-yo drinking. He has a closet full of new pants, dockers, new shorts, dockers, RL polo's and about 10 pr. levi's. He has 3 sizes. 38, 40 and 42. One too small, one's to big. He has to attend a charity function at some manner in New York on Thurs. and I made a comment about the jacket and tie. I asked him if he tried on the ones he has and he said they didn't fit. Here we go again buying clothes to suite his weight. Money doesn't grow on trees and my medical is getting more and more expensive, once again, being selfish which is wrong for me to do. He said he was going to Kohls today to get a jacket on his way out of toww. Well, you would have thought that an elephant came into the living room and took a dump on the carpet. I flew off the handle and lost it. I started ranting and raving about the amount of money he has invested in dress clothes in his closet and the amount of times he wears them. NEVER, except for functions like this one. He wear Docker pants and golf shirt with company logo on the for the summer and the winter he wears denim shirts with the logo. He just bought 2 new pair of pasts a few weeks ago and a belt and ck one which as if you know, costs a lot and he uses it like crazy. Smells like a frnech red light distrect street walker. Anyway, I blew and told him if he would lose weight he would have plenty of clothes and he wasn't bying a new jacket. This is so ot me. I guess a harmone went out of whack or something. He started telling me he will get what he wants since he makes the money in the house and my SSI check is $80 shy of the rent. He threw his cigarettes and lighter at me and I grabbed one of his golf clubs. Temper, and angey control. The little dog ran down stairs and the Dalmatian took off into a corner. I was terrible. I called him a fat pig and my God, I am doing the Lords work today to make up for it. He kissed the dogs bye and told them to be good as he does every day and blew me off even though I told him to have a safe trip and I would pray for him. That went over like a lead balloon. I called my mom and she told me to do the right thing and leave him a voice mail and say I was sorry which I am for calling him fat and for being mean. He always calls when he is out-of-town to check up on his 3 girls, as he says but 10:08 PM and no call. He's still "ISSED" and I get what I deserve. I haden't been that bad since my last outburst months and months ago. I asked God to forgive me and hope I made the wrong right.
I also learned that he bought Hall and Oates concert tickets for Sept 3 in Conn, I think. He paid for VIP parking so I didn;t have to walk. He got box seats and cost a lot of $$$$$$$$$$. He did it as a surprise but I got mad because he didn't aske me first. What an "ITCH" I am. Where is this coming from. Tears for Fears and Hall and Oates remastered and up and running again. Like I said, someone please kick me in the arse. HARD!! I feel like such a scuze.
There is no such word as can't. Can't simply means wouln't. Grab as much as life as you can. Future is a long way away for those who don't believe. Don't build a foundation of life on sand. It will take it away with the tide. Love a little more, be unkind a lot less.