This post is comprised of nothing but bitching....so if you don't want to hear me bitch...move on!
I have my first job as a photographer today....taking action shots of little peewee football. our friend is the coach and has hired me to take pictures of the 3 teams. woohoo!....right?...well....it was woohoo last night, when I got the job and was all excited. This morning...not so much.
and here's why:
1. It's raining. Which means I have to put my camera in a plastic bag and stand in the rain all day. Not fun.
2. My husband is being a real dick. Now, this goes wayyyy back, but I am in a bitchy mood, so I am going there. When the kids were little and we both decided that the best thing for our family was for me to stay at home with them and he would go to work. Very traditional..very Leave it to Beaver...so, whenever I wanted/needed money to buy my self something or get my haircut or buy tampons for goodness sake, this is what I got
"If you want money, you need to get a job like everybody else does."
So I get a job doing retail or being a teacher's assistant to emotionally disturbed children( loved that job, BTW, and would do it again in a heartbeat. I miss those kids)...then I get this,
"Well, it's not a REAL job until you make more than $10 an hour."
I worked 8 hours a day, just like he did, and came home and worked another 10 hours doing everything I would have done during the day, had I not been working. No help whatsoever from him. NONE. he worked afternoon turn, I worked day turn, but he did NOTHING in the house before he went to work. I still had to do the laundry, the cooking, the shopping, the cleaning, the cooking...you name it, I did it. It was about this time that I was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia. I was in some badddd shape. I quit working and was sleeping about 18 hours a day. Not good.
Now, any normal person would think, at this time, that my better half would have stepped up to the plate and helped me out. But, alas, no such luck. he's a selfish ass and always has been...always will be. Face it.
So, back to the original story.
My husband is being a dick.
He's going to church this morning, while I have to be at the football field at 11 am. It's at our old high school, which is about a mile away from my house. It's raining. I asked him to leave church at 11am so he could drive me over there....it's raining people. He said,
"No. I'm not ping-ponging back and forth. you can drive me to church and then come and pick me up at 12."
"Ok.....so it's ok for me to ping-pong back and forth, but not you? I have to leave my JOB to come and get you, but you can't leave church to take me?"
He left me the umbrella.
My husband is a dick.
Now, I can probably attribute some of these feelings to PMS, but not all of them. He's a selfish prick who only thinks about himself. If it's not something that benefits him in some way, he aint doing it. I mean, this is a man who bought himself a letterman's jacket and put his old high school letter on it....20 some years after the deal...and didn't get his son a letterman's jacket and he was still in high school!!! Selfish! This is the man who told me I can't get a VW Bug cuz "there's no room for the family in that little car"..but he is buying a motorcycle for himself. Uh, where is the family supposed to sit on a motorcycle? Answer me that will ya?!
So. it's 10am, and I am sitting here shoving a toasted cheese sandwich into my mouth and venting. I have to get ready and find something to wear in the rain, so I can walk over to the high school.
My husband is a dick.
Now, if you are on his side....I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT IT!!
If you think I am being a bitch...I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT IT!
If you're not on MY side...MOVE ON!!!
If you think I'm a fat heifer...I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT IT!!
My husband is a dick.
Added at 8:47pm:
Ok....he came to the football field after church and followed me around with an umbrella so my camera wouldn't get wet, while I took 500 pictures. Forgivness?....eh...I'll think about it! ;)
I hate it when he does crap like that...how can I stay mad at him when he does something nice? I want to hold a grudge!! I'm darn good at it, and I want to do it! I'm sure he'll give me another reason, soon enough, to call him a dick.