Once again D has shown his true colors. We were having a decent night, a few beers, a movie, no real conversation but I tried. Then I got up to get us some snacks and a couple of beers. On the way back to the couch my foot snagged his cord for the laptop. Heaven forbid! I can’t count the number of times the dumbass dogs have done the same thing. Also for the record, I can’t count the number of times he has broken or destroyed something of mine. Just last night he broke a mirror that was a set of three that I searched long and hard to fill a spot on the wall by the front door. He wouldn’t even help me look for pieces in the hope that I could put it back together. I didn’t yell or through a fit because I knew it was an accident, I trip over his cord and it’s a major crisis. He told me what an idiot I was and various other insults, then takes the tobacco (I helped pay for) upstairs and shuts himself in his room. Every day I realize he is less of a man and more of a spoiled child. I ran to the corner and got cigarettes and when I got home he had brought the tobacco downstairs. Too little, too late. I can’t even begin to add up the damage he has done to my belongings and he wants to act like this over me tripping over a cord that did no harm? I am growing more and more tired of being the focus of his abuse because he is unhappy with his life. Grow up and get over it. Life is hard. Learn to appreciate the things you have before you lose them completely. All I know is that I once thought my love for him was unconditional but every day I find that he finds ways to disprove that.
