More marriage BS in 2014

  • March 23, 2014, 9:25 a.m.
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Well I've become a hard ass at bedtime now, like 99% of you guys suggested. Its one of the only things I really hadn't tried yet. Yes I've gotten angry at bed time, but its all just threats. "If you don't go to bed, I'm shutting your door" "If you don't go to bed, no playing this or that tomorrow" etc... and now I just say, "If you get up from your bed, and come into the living room, even once, I'm shutting your door"... and I do. Even after once, I don't give any chances. Hoping that helps, following through with what I say. Hopefully this works out lol

I need it to, I'm at my wits end with these kids and bedtime. Because now its not only just Miley, Evelyn has figured it all out as well.

Evelyn still isn't in her own room. BUT- I've started painting trim and doors on my own because why wait for him? He was soooo super mad at me though. Well I don't give a fuck anymore. What does our relationship have to lose? How much worse can it get? lol FUCK IT. I'm over it, I'm doing what I need to do to make me and the kids happy for the time being. I even went around and painted all the doors in our house. Which hadn't been done. Looks great! Hes mad at me because "I won't do it right"... how hard is it? You put the paint... on the trim... and you're done. Also, if he wasn't so damn lazy, he could do it himself.

"Oh I work a full time job, I'm exhausted when I get home"...that one makes me laugh, I'm sorry. So basically what you're saying Chris, is whoever has a full time job, can't possibly own a house or have kids because its way too tiring? So no one else in the world, who has a full time job, is able to take care if kids when they get home? Or paint some trim??? No one else... you are normal? NO sir. You are fucking lazy as fuck. Whenever hes got some spare time, hes always playing around on his laptop. Yesterday he went fishing. He took Miley so I didn't really care but still, that time needs to be spent doing stuff around here, that I can't or am not allowed to fucking do. Whatever. Hes so irritating.

Speaking of Chris and how irritating he is, hes still in bed, meanwhile I'm up with both kids. And I was up in the middle of the night with Evelyn a bunch of times. How does that make sense?

This just keeps getting better!! I can't wait to get a divorce and find a man. OR- wait... maybe just be single, and do whatever the fuck I want, without anyone telling me off. HA! Yes, can't wait.

In other news, my mom had Miley friday night for the night, calls me yesterday morning and said that she called my gramma, and she was on the floor so I had to go get her up. Let me tell you, seeing her laying there on the floor was not a fun sight. She had just slipped out of her chair onto the floor-so she says- and was laying there for two fucking hours or more. :( The only reason she was able to reach the phone was because she heard it ring, and somehow managed to stretch and reach it finally after struggling for a while to get it. She doesn't have enough strength to get up on her own, obviously. And you guys, shes GOT a bracelet that shes supposed to be wearing that calls my mom if she falls or needs her. Shes wasn't wearing it because she doesn't like it. Well I told her she needs to.

But this is the worst part, when I got the phone call, I instantly got dressed and ran to the door to go help, and Chris got mad at me... ??? He was like "Why can't your mom go? She so fucking lazy..." Uhm... you idiot. You're fucking lazy, plus, do you know where your child is?? Shes sleeping, at my moms. My mom would have to wake Miley up, get her dressed, get her outside clothes on, heart up the truck, get Miley in her car seat and then go over, she called me, because she knew all I would have to do is get in the truck and go. No big fucking deal. And even still, I would be an asshole to refuse to help my poor grandmother. I'll be fucked if I ever let him help out his gramma ever again. Actually no, I'm not a fucking dick, I would never do that to him, or his gramma.

Kristen <3


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