Thursday, 22 September 2011

  • "You're Completely Nuts!" The Fight

    Zachary and I have been talking about moving back in with my sister for weeks now. Well...I'm the one talking and hes like in La-La-La land. He keeps giving me different answers, like "We'll move in once I get my first pay check," or "We'll move in once I get my stuff out of pawn." Another answer is, "I'm scared of my dad getting pissed and burning all my shit." Because apparently his dad is crazy. Also, "I need to get a job lined up."

    Well Zachary...My mom and James are trying to help you do that but your little heart is set on Tjmax. What if your mom can't swing you getting into Tjmax or its like two months before they call and hire you? Why won't he go to Custom Staffing and get the new Purina food job? They just built a new factory or something and they need people to work like today. Oh no, he wants to wait and wait till its too late. Me, my Mom, and James (my sister's boyfriend) are trying really hard to find HIM a job and he's coming up with a bunch of stuff.

    That's not what I'm mad about though.

    Yes. I have been talking about moving back in for weeks but I need to get it settled otherwise they are packing up and moving out because they can't handle the bills themselves. I'm not pushing him into moving. I'm just trying to figure out what the hell we're doing because I'm tired of sleeping in recliners and floors. It's bad on my neck and my heart. I realize he is under stress. I know. I'm under stress too.

    I have like 4 people breathing down my neck if I'm moving in, then the stressful process of moving all my shit back into the blue room, then I can't bring Puff back. Amy and James decided to get a dog even though our landlord strictly prohibited dogs. Puff was fine. He liked her.

    But Zachary caused a fight last night.

    I had been actually been enjoying my day off and went to the bingo with my mom and aunt. I had talked to him barely because my phone was dying so I told him I was turning it off so I can save battery. So him and I hadn't talk mostly all day.

    I got home at 10 and I talked to him for like a half an hour then I ask about moving again and if he could call me. I totally understood but was bummed. So I was like alright, and he said we'd talk about it tomorrow and that he loved me. I said "...Night."

    Him: Okay What?

    Me: Nothing.

    Him: You're making me very angry. I'm trying to work with you but I can't help that I'm fucking tired.

    Me: Then go to fucking sleep.

    Him: No because it's you! You're mad because I wanna sleep.

    Me: No I'm not. Go to bed! You're tired go to bed.

    Him: It's how you're acting. All I've been hearing for fucking weeks is Grove Grove Grove. Give it a fucking break. If you would have charged your phone we would have figured it out already. It's not going to kill you to wait 'till tomorrow. And when I said, "I love you, goodnight" and got "...Night" back, it kinda upset me. We will figure it out. I was gonna lay here and keep texting you but I'm pretty pissed. I will call you in the morning. G'night, I love you.

    (And then I got pissed because I DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING! The reason I put "...Night" was because I was upset we hadn't talked all day. We were being cute and funny when we had talked for a half an hour BUT THEN HE LOST HIS DAMN MIND! I got pretty pissed. Take a look.)

    Me: Fuck you. Be pissed. How about you don't text me tomorrow. I don't even understand what the fuck your problem is, but the reason you've been hearing Grove Grove Grove is because you're not giving me straight answers. So how about this. You stay there and I'll stay here. Obviously that's what's going to happen anyway. So goodnight to you too.

    His next response...really fucking hurt me.

    Him: You keep fucking asking me and nothing has changed! I keep telling you mom's working on the job. I want to get my shit out of pawn. It's gonna be hard to get away from dad! So get your head outta your ass. Settle down and have a little bit of god damn patience. You of all people should know how I get after work or when I'm tired. I don't understand why you push and push and push.

    Me: Thank you. Thank you for talking to me like that. Fuck you. Stop texting me.

    Him: I'm done. I refuse to be mad. Calm the fuck down then text me.

    Me: No. Goodnight.

    Him: Between you, mom and dad, there's just a lot going on okay? It takes time to get this sorted out. We will discuss this tomorrow. I'm not wrong this time. You know that. I love you.

    Me: Oh my God, you are nuts. You were the one that got an attitude with me. Whatever, goodnight.

    And that was the end.

    So...What do you think? Am I wrong? Is he wrong? Are we both wrong? Should we both just shut up and get over it?

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