Hell week! The fuckhead has been off work all week to go hunting and he is doing nothing but being a total prick.. dare you even look wrong at him in the morning before he has his cancer stick you get a serious ass chewing... I just want to rip his fucking throat out with my bare hands and shove it so far up his ass I can wave goodbye through his fucking teeth. Does he ever just stop being an asshole?

deep breath.. he goes back to work on Saturday..try not to kill him before then... 24 hours will tell the tale

Jesus fucking christ on a leaking boat!! It's gone from "WE" need help to "YOU" need help. How does one go to a family marriage counselor and tell them that their husband is perfect and knows exactly what the counselor will say so there is no reason for him to attend.. since it's not his problem. Can you say "ignorant".. I can and add about 40 fucking nasty words to it..but why waste the energy! This man is great at manipulating conversations.. he has spent 10 years yelling at me and everyone else in the house and now he wants to pretend he is the calm one and I yell at him all the time and I need help with all of my problems of me just flat out hating on his lazy motherufcking ass!

To get respect you must give respect in return. It can be said his whole freaking family avoids him like the plague.. His mouth and reputation for being an overbearing selfrighteous fuck head has preceded him.. they have the option of staying away.. lucky fuckers, I have to wake up and live with it.

Right now he is pissed at me because I grimaced at the fact that he wanted to go play poker yet again another afternoon that he is off.. Ummmm I truly have no prob with him playing cards.. but wake the fuck up before noon and help with the chores in your house instead of fucking sleeping so much your wife hates you for being a lazy fuck! But of course..it's all my problem.

Gee the marriage counselor is going to have a field day with his ass.. I guess since he doesnt want to go , the sessions will be onesided.

Divorce sounds much easier.. alot easier.

ps. I have been suggesting a counselor for 8 years to be honest..why wait till the water is so deep under the bridge it's either sink or swim for your fucking life.

I have just been informed by the allmighty ass that My children and I have been "trained" to despise him. I wonder when he will realize it was himself that trained us all so well.

He did however finally come to the realization that a mediator is a must if anything is to ever be resolved around this house.. and that we arent on the same page...well gee whiz.. who the fuck has been saying that our entire realtionship..doh! Move over Homer Simpson, you have competition.

Silence is golden, I didnt even have to look at him yesterday let alone hear his voice in my ears..We havent spoke in 36 hours.. it's sorta nice. See what yelling at me to shut up gets..I am going for 72 hours...lol!

Great quote from the hubby last night as he is yelling at me at the top of his lungs at midnight , because I had to finish cleaning up after the fucking slobs when I finished 13 hours of straight work.

"Do you think all I do is sleep when I am laying around in bed"

quite classic..if you ask me.

I couldnt answer that one, because just laying around in bed and doing nothing is worse than laying in bed and fucking sleeping..

He kept yelling about how I was keeping everyone up in the house...when it was he.

fucking tard sometimes.. I wonder how he slept with his foot shoved so far in his mouth...bahahahahahahahaha.

at least its time for night shift for him..so he shall suffer a bit this week... and has to cook his own dinners..bahahahahahahahaha. Paybacks are a motherfucker..and so am I!

Yesterday I had to become the ball buster in the house once again. If I didn't put my foot up everyone ass nothing would get done..nothing!
So I have to work every day for 12 to 15 hours a day to catch up on bills hubby has so wonderfully strapped us with..but I also have to run this fucking crazy ass household.

I got thoroughly pissed as I was weeding my garden at 6 am thinking to myself..hmmmm hubby is sleeping..he goes to sleep hours before me..he sleeps hours after I get up.. I have put in 40 hours of work in three days.. WHY AM I THE ONE WEEDING THE GARDEN AT 6 AM...oh, I know why.. CAUSE THE LAZY MOTHERFUCKER WILL NOT GET OUT OF BED..Fuck this shit. Im covered in dirt.. I go straight to the bedroom and pull the shades up so the cave is no longer dark but full of sunshine..and I yell at hubby.."Hello Captian Morning..GET THE FUCK UP!" ..I rousted his oh so tired from laying around ass out of bed and told him he was going to help me keep the garden weeded if he wanted to eat. He was going to help me cook dinner too.

He weeded a small row..I call bullshit on that one.. he will be weeding more today in the heat of the day.. I dont really give a fuck if its hot out.

The fucker had the balls to go out for a bit an come home with Beer..ugh.. what part of shit poor broke does one not understand.. So I got to ream his ass on how stupid he was in front of his friends..daring any of them to say shit to me.. quite frankly I think they are scared to say shit to me when I am on a rampage..good..don't need their stupid male macho input anyhows.. jackasses!

Time to wake the fucker up and put him to work..no rest for the lazy in my house!!!

Yesterday was the king of fuckups day. Hubbies never left me the impression that he can function on his own... How the hell did he survive without me so many years I don't know. So I make my list out of things I need him to do on his days off.. Yeah he works 4 days on then has 4 days off... So I don't feel like he is overworked in any way shape or form. I make this list pretty wordy to make sure my instructions were to be followed. Pretty simple to go by the bank, pretty simple to pay a couple of bills and mail a couple.. Well not for my hubby. He mails a bill that is due and only takes a few minutes drive to pay.. Needless to say it was in the envelope with bills to pay in person, the envelope was not sealed and the bill address was not even in the window of the envelope.. But I guess he is so busy talking to his friends that he does not notice I have written in big bold letter "pay the CC bill if you are over that way"..Does that indicate to you that it needed to be mailed. Did it strike you as peculiar that I kept saying just buy two stamps and mail the sealed envelopes..Does it sound odd that instead he bought a whole book of stamps and mailed whatever he could stick a stamp on like a fucking 2 year old.. For fucks sakes hubby wake the fuck up and pull the stick out of your ass.it's blinding you to all that is reasonable...So now I have the great pleasure to call my bank and cancel the check ..Another $30 in the hole. So he gets home like a proud puppy that he did good and left my frozen goods in the car for over an hour...Was it still frozen..noooooo. Did hubby cop an attitude with me cause he is fucking up..Sure did. He smelled my pissed offness without me having to say a word and jumped in my ass..Said I had attitude....Well I decided to give him all the attitude I could muster that day. He shut up! (for once)

So I decided to just stay away from him that day and hoped he would just quit fucking up... bah! No way in hell. So I wanted to make homade chicken noodle soup, one of my favorites. I boil the chicken and I fall asleep on the couch.. Before I pass out from sheer exhaustion I tell hubby to wake me up to finish the chicken and to cut some veggies.. Well 45 minutes later I wake up.. He is just finishing the veggies (a person would starve to death waiting on his slow ass). I ask him to pick the meat off the chicken. Next thing I know I hear him dumping the water out of the pot.. You know , the fucking soup stock!!!!!..Oh for fucks sake dumbass dumbass dumbass!!!!!!!!!!! So he gets pissed and stomps off.. Leaving me to of course take over and finish the job.. Meanwhile I am in the kitchen while he is pouting only to notice he did nothing in the kitchen that he should have.. Like clean up the fucking spilled coffee that he made a huge mess with in the kitchen the day before..no he was too busy pouting to actually give me a hand...

He is fired and I will not give him a pat on the back for leaving me with the workload of this motherfucking place. The maid is quitting.. let them pick up after themselves.. I would much rather concentrate on work and try to make money than to be cleaning.. you would think hubby would feel the same.. He still thinks money just grows out of my ass and I dont have to put in time to make any. Im totally self employed with an online business.. but he thinks my money that comes in checks to the house is from sitting in chatrooms talking to dumbasses and my friends... geesh he needs a swift hot poker in his ass today.... that was a long rant.I need to go for a walk!