Friday, September 2, 2011

World War III

Yes, that was what went down in my house on Tuesday night.  First of all the hubby worked until 8.  I went to the gym and got the boy and went home.  Took a shower, got out and noticed the hubby was home.  And he was actually in a good mood.  I was exhausted, so I went to bed to watch TV.  He comes up and starts changing out of his work clothes when dickhead pulls in.  He decides to go down and talk to him.  I swear not even 5 minutes later I hear screaming.  The hubby yelling FUCK THIS and FUCK THAT.  I was like WTF?  Then it moves into the house where I hear him yelling at dickhead to pack his shit, call his mom to come get him, and don't come back.  Still having know idea what the hell happened, but only now I can guess.  I think he finally pushed his dad over the edge with this car thing.  He thinks I'm the undeserving bitch that shouldn't have gotten anything.  Um, HELLO, I bought the car, I...ME, make the payments, not your dad or us.  ME!  We have separate accounts.  The only thing he did was sell his other car to pay off his truck which I am making the payments on.  That way I could make my own car payment.  But NO, his dad should have help him......jobless, ungrateful, you owe me everything, get a car.  I don't think so.  So I hope he learned his lesson.  And I got my house free of him!

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