I really have to hand it to him. My BF is making it really easy for me these days.
I get home last night, after stopping by the store to pick up the 1/2 dozen “mandatory” drinks he needs and he has the nerve to complain that I forgot iced tea. Excuse me?!!! If you want fucking iced tea, get your lazy ass off of the couch and go buy some!
As I was putting away the “less desireable” drinks he asks if I want to go out for dinner. Well, duh! But, why not mention this to me earlier so that I didn’t buy something to make, which now will be tomorrows dinner. I asked if we were celebrating anything, and his answer “no, your cooking just makes me sick”.
Okay, we can fix that.
So, old sad sack and I went out for dinner. I put on a new baby doll style sweater that I just picked up monday. He, of course, made sure to tell me how horrible it looked on me. I, of course, completely ignored him. Dinner conversation was “stimulating” and lively. Not. He complained the whole time how he needs to start his own consulting business so that he can sleep in and go to the gym twice a day.
Huh. I thought he was out of shape because he over eats. Silly me. He also touched on another oldie but goodie of, my father has lots of money, that’s not fair. I can’t wait until he dies so that I can get some of it.
In all fairness. I’d cut him out of the will completely if I were his dad. Nothing worse than a whiney baby who thinks life owes him something. I don’t care for his dad either, but at least he put in some work for what he ended up with.
So, what’s the lesson here? When you don’t ask for someone’s opinion, you don’t neccesarily need to worry about the opinion they offer you.



