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Thu 5 May, 2005 07:52 pm
Not literally. I have been really stressed out the past few weeks. My husband and I live in an apartment building and we have been frantically searching for a new place because the rent was going to go up at our current place $200 if we renewed the lease and our lease ended last month. I have been spending all of my spare time on the phone, driving, and researching all I can about available apartments. The place I really really wanted got rented out to two people who just happened to be in front of us in line for it at the last minute.
Anyway...we bought ourselves one more month in the current place leaving us the rest of this month to find a new place and quickly. I spend an hour and a half in the library this morning, not to mention all the hours I had already spend researching, finding all that I could on apartments and I came up with a small list of places I wanted my husband to go check out. I printed it out and gave it to him. Since I had work till 6 and he had nothing to do for the rest of the day, he was supposed to go home, get directions to the apartment complexes and drive over there before they closed so that he can look inside the apartment.
I called about an hour after I gave him the list to make sure that he was going to go over there before they closed so he could see inside and he said he was going to leave very soon. I called him again to see if he found anything good at around 6 pm and not only had he not even left yet, the stupid bastard decided to be lazy and passed up the opportunity to see the inside so that he could play on his computer all day long. When I asked him why he didn't go like I had asked him to, he told me that he wanted to see the neighborhood instead. I told him how idiodic that was because he could have gone to see the neighborhood and the inside at the same time because what good is a good neighborhood if the apartment smells of dead people?
I feel like in order to get anything done I have to do it myself on top of all the other stresses in my life. I have no time to do anything and it pisses me off because he SITS ON HIS ASS ALL DAY AND DOES NOTHING!!!! Like this apartment thing is only my problem. I feel like all my hard work is just going to waste.
Not sure why no one had anything to say to this, kitkat...
I guess we covered a lot of this in the porn threads but from what you say he does sound like a lazy stupid bastard. I'm a man and I'm not jobless (yet...), but I can empathise with him. If you're not doing anything all day your self esteem goes down and your brain starts rotting. You guys need to talk about this. He needs to start doing some voluntary work to get his mojo back.
HTH
Oh I know why... it's because your thread title, like many others on this forum, was attention grabbing and did not describe your problem adequately. Sorry to preach!
Maybe she just needed to vent.
Either way, I can sympathize with you. While my hubby works outside the home, I have to work outside the home and pick up all the at-home responsibility so.....I hear ya. The only difference might be is that I really feel like I need to take care of him or, oh, I don't know, he'll fall to pieces. It is a double edged sword....and pretty sharp on both sides.
Yep. When I first met my husband I knew right away that he needed a woman to take care of him. When he proposed, I thought long and hard about whether I wanted to be that woman or not and so...
sometimes, all you can do to get through the day is remind yourself why you married them in the first place. I married mine cause he's the sweetest thing in shoe leather. But the man will spill food and drink on the floor and won't stoop his dusty ass down to wipe it up and you know why. We all know why.
BECAUSE HE KNOWS THAT I'LL GET IT.
Exactly eoe. And I don't know about you but I don't think I would be happy if I didn't take care of him. It drives me to drink sometimes, and we go into round 8974 in the "You don't help with ANYTHING!" "I wll start doing more around the house" argument. But in the end I feel emense satisfaction knowing that (or believeing that) he needs me that much.
It ends the same every time. Nothing changes, I got to vent and now I get to pick up his dirty underwear off the bathroom floor.
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