Rick came over at 1:00 p.m. and moved a recliner all by himself. I had intended on helping him, but he went ahead and got it all loaded before I even got home. After delivering the recliner we came back home and I proceeded to vacuum up the floors and clean things up. Rick took a shower and got ready for us to go out to eat. I hadn't eaten all day and it was now around 3:30 or 4:00 p.m. Rick in his usual manner started in with his ground rules about how it's going to be around here or he will move out for good this time. I listened and understood his side of the story, but I don't think he understood my side of the story. He also told me how miserable he had been having to move out, and I told him that he broke my heart by moving out, and that if he was already threatening to move out even before he actually moved back in, then maybe he shouldn't move back in here with me. He quickly said that he didn't mean it to sound that way, but how else could I take it. That was soon forgotten and all went well as he finished getting himself ready and we headed out the door to go get something to eat when it all started up again. That name calling and criticizing me. I just couldn't take it so I told him, in a loud voice, not shouting, that for the last 3 weeks nobody has called me fat, ugly, dumb or criticized me for how shabbily I dress.....so I turned around and came back into the house and he drove off to eat without me.
I don't have a clue as to whether he will come back here tonight or not. He's been gone since the morning of November 11th anyway, and wanted to return today, but things didn't work out as we both wanted. He just can't control his mouth. He'd be perfect if it wasn't for that. He makes me laugh and we have fun together, but his constant belittling and bullying are just too much for me to handle. I'd rather live alone than to hear how awful I am all the time. I make every effort to be nice to him and to make sure his needs are always met, but I guess that's not enough for him.
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