Men, as a rule, are pretty good people. I love them, really. Frankly, I get them better than I do most women.
So why did I have to pick such a bastard?
Putney (see first post) is a Leo. For all I know a double Leo by the way he acts.
See, he's invited Son, and Baby Mama, to dinner today. I'm supposed to play "Holly Hostess".
The catch is that I've started on a blood pressure medicine (my 3rd) and I feel like hammered shit. I haven't had a shower in a week and I'm just so exhausted all the time I have to take showers in stages, let alone clean an entire house.
Now, realize that Putney is in constant pain. He has a pain doc who gives him all the cool meds so he can function. He even has a crippling tinnitus that can send him to bed for days at a time. I get that. I love him anyway.
Apparently, he's the only one who's allowed to be sick.
When I couldn't complete my "assigned duties", he told me he's had it and I'm going to have to leave.
Where the fuck am I supposed to go? I have no job, no relatives, and no money.
Meanwhile, his friend, I'll call "Jersey", came back from a trip to New Jersey and is spending his layover time here at the house. He saw how I was feeling and took the vacuum. May the Gods bless his sweet soul.
Why is it that Putney feels he has to be so emotionally brutal to me? What did I do to deserve this life? What Pan-Galactic size sin have I committed that requires such brutal treatment?
What ever happened to the Universal Law of Attraction? What am I putting out there that brings me all this misery? Hell, forget me, what about all the other women that are suffering even more than I am?
Well, I guess whatever happens I'll not be the only on living on the Streets. I just hope I can feed my dogs.
So why did I have to pick such a bastard?
Putney (see first post) is a Leo. For all I know a double Leo by the way he acts.
See, he's invited Son, and Baby Mama, to dinner today. I'm supposed to play "Holly Hostess".
The catch is that I've started on a blood pressure medicine (my 3rd) and I feel like hammered shit. I haven't had a shower in a week and I'm just so exhausted all the time I have to take showers in stages, let alone clean an entire house.
Now, realize that Putney is in constant pain. He has a pain doc who gives him all the cool meds so he can function. He even has a crippling tinnitus that can send him to bed for days at a time. I get that. I love him anyway.
Apparently, he's the only one who's allowed to be sick.
When I couldn't complete my "assigned duties", he told me he's had it and I'm going to have to leave.
Where the fuck am I supposed to go? I have no job, no relatives, and no money.
Meanwhile, his friend, I'll call "Jersey", came back from a trip to New Jersey and is spending his layover time here at the house. He saw how I was feeling and took the vacuum. May the Gods bless his sweet soul.
Why is it that Putney feels he has to be so emotionally brutal to me? What did I do to deserve this life? What Pan-Galactic size sin have I committed that requires such brutal treatment?
What ever happened to the Universal Law of Attraction? What am I putting out there that brings me all this misery? Hell, forget me, what about all the other women that are suffering even more than I am?
Well, I guess whatever happens I'll not be the only on living on the Streets. I just hope I can feed my dogs.
