Today In Review

Today in Review

Me: I have a lot of work to get done today, and people are depending on me. Oh shoot, I have two appointments that will interrupt my day too. I should probably get started.

Brain: Maybe you should panic and do nothing for four hours instead.

Me: ... well, no, if I plan and start n....

Brain: PANIC AND DO NOTHING FOR FOUR HOURS!!!

Some nights he would wake me up multiple times telling me I was snoring.

I do snore. But a few times he did it while I was still awake. He thought i was sleeping and wanted a reason to wake and shame me.

Just Damned In General

I ran into a mutual acquaintance of ours fairly recently after it all came out and he kicked me out.

This acquaintance asked me if I was still with him.  I said no.

I think I told him I’d run into this guy and that I had be honest.  He lost it.  Of course. I remember asking him what I should have said instead so I could learn.  He didn’t have an answer for that.

Among the fresh barrage of insults, he told me that I had sealed my fate and that this guy and all his friends were going to start to add me to social media to try to be the “next in line.”  He wouldn’t be with anyone like that.  

None of this was true, of course. None of these people have reached out to me since. But it was the end of my world for me at the time.  

I’m so anxious and stressed after writing those last three posts.  It’s so hard to believe that I felt I was better off in this mess.

Inspection

This was him if I was ever eating anything with my hands. Sandwiches, pizza, crackers, whatever.  He was waiting for the second a crumb dropped so he could squawk.

And, man, did he squawk.  As if he’d be the one cleaning it up.

I started doing the dishes immediately after I finished cooking so he’d be done or mostly done by the time I sat down to eat. He never sat with me if he was done.  

I ate a lot of cold food, but at least I could eat in peace.

Double standards series - Episode 6

Washing dishes made his hands dry and cracked. So that job was assigned to me. Exclusively. Forever. No solution to be found.

Conveniently, gloves, every kind that has ever been made, allegedly would give him a rash - even for the 2 minutes it would take him to wash his own cup and plate. There was no actual evidence of this.

When i showed him my own dry, cracked hands, he told me to stop complaining.

He used the fact that i let him have sex with me every night as evidence that I had a sex addiction.

"Normal couples only do it a couple time a week..."

Do you know what would happen if I didn't have sex when he wanted it? I bet you can guess!