Scrooge

Today I feel pissed off!

I have had a shit weekend and am finally coming to some serious conclusions!

Him indoors is not improving with age! We went to the bowls club on the walks Sunday after a couple of expensive drinks in the Fenman.

I really dont know why I went out with the twat, I guess it was as usual to keep an eye on him, that and the fact that I had been either working or at home all weekend.

I sat in the bowls club and read my newspaper, did the crossword and read the free magazine that came with the sunday paper. He then announces that I should ring a taxi as with it being a sunday we might struggle to get one. This was at 2.30pm I asked him when would he like it for and he said to try 3.30pm. I was successful in my attempt and he was satisfied and got us some more drinks.

When he came back from the bar, I casually asked how come when I came out with him, we always go home early, but if he goes out alone on a sunday I have trouble getting him back home!

As usual he didnt really answer.

Some old codger was heading out the door at this point and bid us farewell. Once the door was shut I called out 'thanks for coming' which usually gets a few sniggers. I often say this to people and I am famous for it at work, not discriminating between staff or patients!

Well the taxi arrived dead on time, so at least him indoors couldn't moan about that! He always has to have a gripe about something!

The day before I asked him if he would take me out for a nice sunday lunch as I get pissed off with cooking all week and as I didnt have work it would be nice to have a complete day off! He said that we could. On the way to the bowls club, I reminded him of the promised meal, and he said that he agreed to a takeaway. I felt slightly cheated but didnt want to cause a row.

When the taxi dropped us off, he asked me if I had ordered said takewaway, I said I wasnt sure who delivered at this time of day, if anyone, and would have to check the menu's indoors.

I asked Liam if he wanted a pizza and as he had his little friend with him, I asked if he would also like to share a pizza with Liam. This boy's parents took Liam away for a week last year on holiday so it was the least I could do!

Him indoors heard part of the conversation over the pizza, and started to rant about how he pays for everything, and why should he buy all my drinks when we are out, why should he pay for the takeaway etc.

O F F S!!! Please give it a rest! All I had in my purse was a tenner which I thrust at him and said that it would pay for mine and Liam's takeaway. To which he was spitting at the mouth and saying where was the money for his takeaway?? I explained that it was the only money I had, and that it was school dinner money for the boys, but not to worry (sarcastically).

I decided to hide the vodka because if he was this cranky after 5-6 pints of carling what on earth would I have been in for if he hit the hard stuff?

He then yells at me in a nasty tone ' Thanks for coming', to which I reply 'fuck off I love love marge!' This refers to a crappy tattoo on his arm, which has, 'I', then 2 love hearts and a badly spelt marie which looks like marge! This was one of his ex wives who was shagging the tattoo artist behind his back and when they split up she forged papers and changed their sons surname and fucked off so he couldnt find them. She then took out large loans in his name and he still lovingly supports the tattoo in her memory! Whatever! personally I would have gouged out her name (and her heart) with a rusty pen knife rather than be reminded of the heartache she caused.

I wish I knew what his problem is. I yelled at him that I really hated him and I didnt love him anymore, he viciously replied he hated me too and didnt love me either. I said that was a good job and we should put the house on the market. He wholeheartedly agreed.

Now I have a dilemma, I love my little house but I know I dont love him, I think he has finally chipped the last bit away. Why cant we just go out, have a nice time, come home and be nice to each other? It really cant be that difficult! Can it?

So do I ring an estate agent and get a for sale board put up, or do I try and get the mortgage on my own and buy him out?

I dont want to get the next door neighbours hopes up with the for sale board, but I feel I should make a stand somewhere.

The twat slept on the sofa, unlucky, and I am on nightshift tonight, so I haven't got to put up with him too much this evening.

I think I may go out and get laid or something today as I really am so fucked off with him. He is just a downright nasty fuck. I bend over backwards to make him happy, I look after him really well, and at times he treats me like shit.

Maybe I will suggest living seperate lives for a while and see how it goes, he spends most of his time on the sofa anyway. Lets see what he has to say for himself when he gets home this evening. Because at the moment he disgusts me, fucking miserable old duffer!