he’s come home today with huge power supply for radios. Someone he was with today is “letting him have it” for £35. He’s going to *try* to get the money back off the RC as it’s going to be used predominantly for RC comms.
So that’s £95 of next months’ budget screwed before we have finished this month then.
cos I sure as hell don’t know where he thinks money magically appears from if he’s not found a money tree. He needs new tyres for his car, hardly surpriseing considering he spins the damned things off most junctions. So I inform him it will have to wait until pay day (some time in the last week of the month) and he can use my car if he needs to.
Well, guess what? He’s seen a “bargain” on EBay and just had to bid on it. 4 wheels with good tyres for £60, auction ends tomorrow.
That leaves me with £60 I don’t have to spend on such luxuries as food and the mortgage which also goes out in the last week of the month, sometimes before he’s paid, sometimes after.
Ah, what am I worrying about? I mean £25 bank charges on top of the £60 for the tyres is still cheap isn’t it and who needs food anyway?
Okay, so I’ve got a lot to be thankful for. I mean he’s not throwing money at Who-knows-what in quite the same style as he did when he first moved in with me but he’s hardly the paragon of matrimonial perfection niether.
It comes to something when one of his mates phones you to have a chat about his personal hygeine really and that after years of trying to get him fresher it’s reporting that conversation that sends him straight to the shower. maybe he should just f off and live with his mates then, he seems to value them higher than his wife and kid. maybe i should just do the “Christian” thing and quietly live with it cos he’s the head of hte household. Erm, no. Sorry, smiling sweetly and seeing my dd upset by his bloody thoughtlessness is not going to happen.
I could really, happily move out some days. Only practicality stops me really. I couldn’t do what I do if I was in some scummy council bedsit so I stay and make the best of it. Doesn’t mean I have to like it though.
The icing on the cake though is that the man I *should* have married instead of coming over all coy and not ready for a relationship with is also miserably married. I guess we both got what we deserve – me for not following my heart and him for rushing to the next available woman.
