Venting, no need to comment.
Monday, September 28, 2015
Hubby said, "Can't you write your blog when we get back from walking?" I told him, I didn't expect him to stop what he was doing to do something else. Then he said he didn't want to be up late. I was back home from my walk at 9:44 PM.
When we started (9:11 PM), I asked him to do the 2-mile walk and he said he was walking around the block and I could go with him, go home, or walk by myself. I went by myself, but I had on old clothes and a T shirt our daughter bought for me which says, Crazy Woman Trading Co. and in between the large letters of Crazy Woman and Trading Co. is an oval with Sheridan Wyoming and mountains. It was not the best thing to be wearing while walking alone and in the dark. I cut several blocks off my walk where vacant houses are for sale and where there is a large field. I wanted to walk where there were houses though part of the route is along a main road into the city. I didn't want people to think I was a prostitute.
I am just venting because he would bring me milk shakes and ice cream because he wanted it and I would eat it; the same with fast food burgers and fries. I think he means well, thinking that he is showing me love, but it sabotages any efforts/results that I have made. There are people that do that (sabatoge) very subtly because they really don't want the person to be thin and attractive.
I know I will never look like I did in my youth and I am not out to try to attract any one. I do want to quit spending money on co-pays, having to go to doctor's appointments, medicines, having to go to diabetes classes.
He told my son, "That coconut oil was $7." I retorted, "How many receipts are there for $10.60 for Coca-Cola?"
I just needed to vent. I am sure hubby will be up until 11:30 PM watching the local news. He just wanted to control me. He and my first husband had similar qualities. The experts say that we tend to attract the same type of people into our lives when we divorce. My first husband was a wife beater. If this man ever lays a hand on me, I'm gone.