I swear, the Dementor goads me. He's in his cycle again.
I've said it for years, and I'll say it again, his moods run in a cycle just like the female cycle.
A little history.., hubby was diagnosed with 'low T'...a few years back. Unbeknown to me..low T..causes
'menopause' like symptoms.
(some..about an 8 list..not 32!)
He was given a hormone lotion to rub on once a day.
I do not know if he is still on his 'hormone' lotion or not..and from the looks of things..probably not.
The hubs is a grouch at ALL times.seriously. I know everyone thinks I'm joking, but I swear to you..I am NOT lying..he is HORRID to live with.
(HORRID I say...I don't know how much longer I can do this)
ANYWAY:
Today he tried to goad me, to get me to argue I swear it.
I got up this morning with plans to go visit my daughter and grands...I fiddled about the house doing this and that. I started a load of clothes and put dinner in the crock pot...I put the now washed load of clothes in the basket and started the second load of clothes with the intention of hanging the clothes on the line before I left. I swooped around the house, collecting things I wanted to take to the daughter..
(and due to yesterday's fiasco with the hubs'..when he came home this morning, very little if anything was spoken between the two of us..on purpose on my half).
All the stuff together now, I grabbed up my things, leaned down, kissed dementor on the cheek said 'bye' and hit the door. I forgot to hang out the clothes.
(I was busy. Hell..dinner was cooking..the house decent..things gathered for my trip..what more could someone want!? )
I spent a lovely day with the family, and headed home about 1pm. It takes me an hour to drive, so I arrived home around 2ish.
The first thing I notice as I come in the back yard was ..the laundry was on the line, the dementor had hung it out before he went to bed.
(this was not going to be pretty)
(And I'll tell you now, there is a right way and a wrong way to hang out clothes, suffice it to say, dementor does NOT know how to hang out clothes..but I didn't tell him that!.........mmk)
I come inside and piddle about the house again..start the rice to finish off dinner
(The house smelled fabulous by the way)
Two hours later dementor emerges from his cave, dressed and read for work. Nothing was said..no words spoken. He went straight outside, was gone for a few minutes and came back in.
HUH?
I asked 'what did you have to go outside for?"
(this was a mistake, it was his open door)
His reply "I got my aprons off the line and put them in the car!"
(might I add, this was not said in a pleasant tone AT ALL..it was gruff and full of disdain)
The next words out of his mouth as he's filling his plate with the dinner that I had taken great care in preparing before I left this morning..were: "I thought you were going to hang out the clothes this morning before you left!"
(said with venom and hate in the undertone)
I opened my mouth to say something..and....then....(the little light bulb in my head went on).. I shut it again. I realized what he was doing. He was looking for a fight. Oh sure, I could have said the truth.."I forgot", but, that would have lead into more diatribe from him on my 'lack' of abilities.
By gawd..he was goading me!
I did NOT give him the satisfaction.
(and the phrase "don't feed the trolls" went through my head)
It's a cycle I swear it! And he's in it full blown right now. I'll deal with this monster dementor for about another 10 days before I see 'Scrooge' again..right now, he's a full blown monster dementor.
And I hate it.
I'm soo glad I'm leaving for the weekend.
Next week, I'll be job hunting. Or doing something that will take me away from his presence as much as possible. It's a sad sad day when you hate being at home.
The Crone of Goading
Sage
PS: Go here to read up on some 'manopause'
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