Southern Fried Chicken Soup

One week.
That's how long it's been since I've been dragging myself about in this bog of eternal sickness. Okay, okay..I'm almost over the worst part I must admit, but the evil cough will last me months, this I know.

I've learned a few things in the past week though. I can't put them into a nice little list like I prefer to do, but they are welded into my brain all the same.
One of those things is, the Dementor didn't really seem to care.

Here is the pinnacle of his compassion and concern:
On two of my sick days (TWO! WOW) he actually did dishes and laundry.
The rest of the days, they were left for me to tend to, whenever I felt better. Oh the love oozes doesn't it?

(mind you, out of 7 days there were 4 days that I was pretty much 'couch stuck'...fever 103..body aches, etc. I wasn't moving anywhere!)

Dementor did not cook for himself. (or me either for that matter) When he realized I was sick, he brought home a 12 pack of fried chicken (with fixin's as they say) to last several days.
(OH joy! Chicken soup ...southern fried style!)

One day, he called me on his way home to see what medicine I preferred from the store.

(I think there was a method to this madness..anything to get me back on my feet and 'housekeeping again.)
I think that's it. Those were the highlights of his concern and compassion..fried chicken and Theraflu.
What a man!

I slept on the couch for a week. Why did I do this? Because I didn't want my coughing to wake him up. Did he at any time come over to 'check' on me? See if I was still alive?, had a detrimental fever?, offer to fix  my medicine?
I know you are kidding right? PFFFT!! No hellin way!

( I was an ignored lump on the couch, he didn't even talk to me if he didn't have to! I might as well have been a large pillow!)

Trust me, I don't like being 'coddled' anyway. I prefer to be left alone. BUT..left alone and ignored are two different things.
Ask me how I'm feeling and check on me once in a while? Fine..that I can deal with.
Fix me a plate of food (chicken soup and the like) and bring it to me? Yeah, sure that's an ok thing.
Prepare the medicine and bring it to the sickroom? Great!
Coddle and fuss..no way..get out!
All the same, I'm on the road to mending.

One more thing to mention here..concerning Cronehood and incontinence. COUGHING is NOT YOUR FRIEND!! ..........mmmk?

Now, to the day before yesterday..which was..Tuesday. Yep, Tuesday.
On Tuesday I was feeling chipper and guilty enough to do some housework. Dementor had left the computer area a mess with paper work strewn all over the place. Stuff that I had no clue what he wanted to do with. So I stacked it up in a nice pile so that I could ask him about it when he came home.
He had come in from work sullen as normal and very little was spoken between us.
In the short and brief bits of conversation we had, I mentioned wanting to go to Harbor Freight the next time he went, they had an air brush there I'd like to look at. I also asked him if our air compressor would dial down to 15psi's.
Of course, I got a few questions ...what do you want an airbrush for and the like, but he shrugged and flopped in his chair.
I went to the computer area and started going through the neat little pile again and said "Babe..what is all this stuff..it's all over the place"
I made the mistake of handing him one piece of paper and saying "Do you need this or is it trash"
He took it, looked at it and tossed it on the table next to his chair. With an attitude I might add.
(BLINK BLINK)
I was standing right beside him waiting for him to simply say "trash" and hand it back to me. Did he ?? NOOOOO!
Here is where I made my mistake.
"Well, don't put it there" I said as I leaned down to pick it up .."I take it it's trash then?" (no reply...I looked at him) What's the matter with you?"
"I'M TIRED!" he growl yelled. I mean, he yelled it in a gruff 'fuck you' voice.
(BLINK BLINK)
A look of shock, disdain and anger ran across my face..and I opened my mouth to start in then, decided against it, shut it and walked away. I have decided he is not worth my arguing time..he really isn't.

I said nothing. I took the paper, put it in the trash and spoke not again to him the rest of the night. Not one single word.

All this happened within the first 30 minutes of him being home from work.
(I did not cook that night either. He scrounged for himself)

Here's the sad part. I could tell he knew there was no call for what he did. I could tell he knew I was pissed. BUT..hell would have frozen over before he said "I'm sorry"...he warmed up some leftovers, grumped in the chair for about an hour and went to bed.

(I was glad to see him go)

(FAST FORWARD ONE DAY)
Here we are Wednesday and he's walking through the door from work. In his hands he has a complete 'air brush kit'..with it's own mini compressor.
Is this a form of apology? Hell yeah it is. Do I appreciate it? I don't know.
I tried to feel 'excited' ..and I kinda was, because I wanted the air brush for sure, I just didn't want him to get it for me.
I feigned appreciation, kissed him on the cheek .."thanks!..this is cool!..oh I can't wait to get started!"... sat it on my work table and ignored it for 2 hours.
Finally I went to it, opened the box, realized this one was already used and must have been returned to the store. He told me to put it back and he'd return it, but that was the only one they seemed to have on the shelf.
So..sadly, I still don't have the air brush,  he's going to see if they have another.

The point of that little scenario?
I didn't realize that I had married a man who thought 'buying' me something would smooth my ruffled feathers. And it didn't. It just surprises me that he's turned into one of those.

Of course, nothing really should surprise me anymore. This is the same man who doesn't listen to a thing I tell him ..the same man who for the first 2 years we were married brought me roses for our anniversary. Red ones. I've told him many times over "I don't like roses, especially red ones."
However, I have tact..I accepted them graciously, thanked him, said they were beautiful and went on my merry way.
Did that stop him from buying 3 rose bushes and planting them out front? nooooooooooooooo


The Crone of Airguns and Roses


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