I gave my old man a hard time on Friday about his hesitation when it comes to giving compliments or Thanks. One of his buddies is about to lose his entire business. Everything. His wife? Yeah she's won't work. "I can't, I have the baby. And he's not going to a sitter's or child care". I remind him that his wife works, contributes to bills, continually bails him out, cooks food(that I purchase), takes care of his kids, is hot as hell, etc etc. (pats self on back) After getting a little defensive, he got even.
I got a massage yesterday using an old gift certificate. She destroyed me. I'm super sore, even bruised. I came home and the entire house was spotless. Not that this is rare for him, he does it a lot, just not in a while.
Today I woke feeling like ass. My shoulder and neck are almost worse from the pulverizing the night before. We went to breakfast, Michaels', Wal-Mart and I was dragging butt. We came home and he ran back out. Then I passed out on the couch. My neck was giving me a nasty headache. I woke up, and he said "I'll take the boys to the b-day party at the pool. Rest."
For real.
He hates the pool and hates parties. What he hates most is me thinking he doesn't appreciate me. Here I am, doing laundry, drinking a glass of merlot and loving every peaceful moment. Maybe he read the book!




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