So this weekend started off kinda good. I picked up my boyfriend from the house and we ran a few errands Saturday afternoon. a couple hours later the stupid 18 yr old kid that lives with him asked if my bf could take him to work in case his dad doesn't get back in time (his dad was at a flea market in Baltimore helping his "fiance" sell some crap she made.) This is the weekend!! He's not supposed to have to do that shit on the weekend much less in a fucking hurricane! Twice now we've had to either take Ric to work or pick him up from work on a weekend. After we got back to the house Jose and Jane and her brood of sticky, dirty faced kids were right behind us. So much for a quiet relaxing afternoon. She gets to put on cartoons for the kids and go down to her cave and take a nap while we have to deal with the kids arguing or whatever. After the "mother" woke up from her nap and started making dinner things seemed better. The stupid annoying 18 yr old kid wasn't ther to knock on my bf's door every 5 minutes to show him something cool on youtube or whatever and Jane was in a good mood. We had some sweet tea vocka mixed with sweet tea and had a nice dinner. shortly after dinner we were stil hungry and Jane was making Macaroni and cheese. Basically Saturday night was good. Good food good moods, good booze and good sex too. Jane asked us to come down to her cave with her and watch tv (i kind of regret sayin no now, explanation to come) we turned her down because the basement is where the cat's litter box is and well It always stinks down there. I've only been down there once to microwave something (its the only working microwave in the house) and it didn't seem all that bad, but i think she had just cleaned the night before. Bf and I fell asleep around 11pm, but were woken up during the night between the dogs whining and scratching the floor or the wind blowing. Woke up pretty damn early Sunday and was not in the greatest mood, and neither apparently was Jane. All i hear coming from the kitchen is her screaming at her kids to be quiet. You see apparently Jane suffers from Fibro Mialgia (sp?) one of her many excuses to not do anything and was having a flare up that morning. I was hungry and was looking forward to some sausage gravy over nice hot buttery biscuits or pancakes with sausage or something wonderful of that nature. When the bf asked me to bring him the cereal from the room i got a little worried.....Apparently the cat had shit on the counter (far away form the stove) which made the bf disgusted and not wanting to cook. I got pissed off b/c i was not getting my wonderful breakfast like i was expecting and was like forget it just give me coffee. He proceeded to bring me coffee and asked me if i wanted toast, He walks into the room with DRY FUCKING TOAST!!! WTF?! No butter for the toast b/c the dogs ate half the tub of butter and now he doesn't want to use it. So i proceeded to get even more pissed off and was like "i'm going to McDonalds, Screw this shit!" Me and bf go to mcdonalds, come back and take our showers. I feel better after having eaten and being clean. We finish watching Halloween II (which was really hard to get through with all the stabbing, Thank you Rob Zombie) and by now i'm hungry again and want lunch. I'm thinking grilled cheese sandwhiches. Bf is afraid the kitchen is still shitty so i go scope it out. No cat shit on the counter and i go ahead and wipe down the stove and the counters so that he wouldn't have any excuses to not cook me anything. He comes in and prceeds to make panera mac and cheese and cut up the watermelon.......This is not what i wanted!, this isn't lunch! I take a bite of the mac and cheese anyway (i'm not about to gripe) and spit it back out because its cold! and he doesn't want me to go down stairs and microwave it because it smells down there or something. To top it off he has this look on his face and gives off this vibe of "wtf! why did you just spit that out" I said its still cold. He said fine i'll eat that one and continues making the second packet of mac and cheese. I was pissed off again at this point. Why the fuck do you have to eat cold mac and cheese?!?!?! why can't i go downstairs and microwave it for you or for myself? He of course doesn't get why i'm angry, he's thinking "what the hell is this girl's problem? I'm gonna eat the plate that's cold mac and cheese!" He doesn't get it, I didn't want this to start with and now you have to eat cold mac and cheese even though i cleaned the kitchen so you could have something better! Anyway, as he's fixing the other plate of mac and cheese i walk down the hall and pass by the wipe off board where all the chores are.....I'm so fucking done with this place by now.....i decide to write under the bf's chores "finda job, and move out!" Of course i didn't tell him and he didn't find it until after i left. Apparently he thought the 18yr old kid did it at first, and he almost took the kid's head off.....Oops! Then apparently Jane and Jose found out about it and figured that i don't like coming there and that i don't like bf being there. This is all true, but to keep sanity and being able to see my boyfriend I had to apologize and have to make it seem like when i'm there i'm happy to be there. FML!! Next time i need to not let my emotions get the best of me and keep my mouth shut!
P.S. My boyfriend doesn't have a job right now as mentioned in a previous post, so everytime we can't cook in the kitchen and have to eat out it, I have to pay.
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