Turns Out My Life Purpose Isnt Supposed To Be As Small And Silent And Accommodating And Convenient As

turns out my life purpose isn’t supposed to be as small and silent and accommodating and convenient as possible

More on him being disgusting

This adds more to the “shitty person who doesn’t care about other human beings especially those in positions he considers inferior” column.

He blew his nose into a FABRIC napkin at a restaurant.  AT THE TABLE. I was so mortified at the thought of our server having to open that up to throw into the laundry that I actually said something.

I told him it was gross, and he should be going to the bathroom to blow his nose INTO TISSUE.

He got so angry with me that he left me in a dramatic and humiliating fashion.. Conveniently I also got to to pick up the tab that he’d racked up. He messaged me about 30 minutes later telling me he was a block away and that he didn’t want to pull up in front to pick me up.

He was embarrassed and couldn’t go back there again because I had made him act so poorly.

That ain’t love, my friends.

‘You fell in love with my flowers & not my roots, so when autumn came you didn’t know what to do.’

My broken heart

The appeal of this place, really.

I appreciate that people that follow me on here both know everything about me in one way and nothing in another.

Double Standards Series - Episode 5

He could be pretty gross.  

His belching ranged from ground shaking to ear piercing.  He farted anywhere he liked, and as loud as he wanted.  He would hock loogies all the time.

This is all forgivable.  Human beings are disgusting.

The problem was, that it wasn’t forgivable for me to be human.  One time, I had snot on the outside of my nose in public, and he made such a big deal about it so other people noticed to embarrass me.

I didn’t fart in his presence.  Ever. I would go outside, or go to the washroom, or go to any room away from him where he wouldn’t hear it.  

Still anytime there was ever a bad smell, it was always be my fault.  He would look at me with disgust on his face and say my name with disdain.  He would then accuse me of lying and force me to apologize when I insisted that I didn’t ‘do it.’ It was extra special if he could do it in public.

This might sound trivial, but it was a big part of my life.  And it was humiliating. I had to fit into a neat and tidy and wholly unrealistic image of femininity that meant that I couldn’t even be comfortable in my home.  

It reminded me how completely inept I was at being a woman and a wife.

Double Standards Series - Episode 3

He would spend hours out of the house with his friends and I wouldn't text or call. We all need some space and time with our friends.

I was very lucky to get 30 minutes without a needy or angry text when I went out.