The Daily Drama,…
It is barely 0900 and already all I want to do is go to bed, pull the covers over my head and cry the day away. Why does every day have to be a battle of wills with Donovan? I am tired of having to repeat myself over and over and over again about the same damn things, day after day, month after month. I am tired of the attitude that because whatever it is isn’t important than it isn’t even worth his consideration. I am tired of the half-assed apologies, clearly said just to shut me up. I am tired of the patronizing, condescending attitude. I am tired of the self-absorbed, self-centered bullshit. I am tired of the complete lack of consideration for other people as a normal way of life. I am tired of the lack of appreciation for what he has in his family. I am tired of being dismissed. I did not sign up to be treated like a dumb ass by a 16 yo.
The things I ask are generally pretty simple. Today’s drama was over some freaking fans. Some freaking fans in the living room that I have told him a thousand times to turn back on before he goes to bed. Some freaking fans that he never turns back on. Because of its layout and shape, our apartment has really lousy venhilation, so mold and mildew is a problem all year, but definately worse in the summer because of the heat and humidity. And I am extremely allergic to mold and mildew, so summer can be hell for me in my apartment. As a result, I have fans in every room going 24/7 to keep the heat and the humidity down as much as possible. There are two in the living room, a double one in the window and a floor fan a few feet from my desk. I have told him repeatedly that I would rather he didn’t turn them off, just to turn them down and then turn them back up when he goes to bed, but that if he did turn them off, they needed to get turned back on when he goes to bed. So, of course, he turns them off and leaves them off, every time. Mold and mildew grows fast and even the spores in the air mess with my breathing and make me sick as hell. I walked out this morning and it was like being hit in the face with it. Just breathing made me nauseous.
So the lecture started again, and so did the attitude. I got the usual “I forgot”, which I assure you, did not surprise me. When questioned as to why he turned them off at all when I told him I would rather he didn’t, he informed me that he was cold. Okay, ever heard of a hoodie? Blank expression in response. So, apparently his comfort is far more important than my health. I asked him how many times we had to have this conversation before he would do what he was asked, and I got the snotty face. Always a step in the right direction,… if you are trying to get in more trouble. So, once again, I explained the whole mold and mildew, heat and humidity, gast-growing thing. To which he replied that he hdan’t know how fast it grew. Uh, what? First of all, I have explained all this about a billion times. And second of all, what the hell difference does it make what my reasoning is behind wanting the fans on? Where is it written that I owe him an explanation for what I ask of him? Last time I checked, I was the parent and I made the rules, no explanations necessary.
Somebody shoot me.
On a funny note,…
I totally want to get remarried, or actually havea wedding, just so I can do this!!