Good day/bad night

We woke up this morning, and hit the ground running. Mike was in a panic about making money,today- HAD to be TODAY. I couldn't figure out why, his unemployment check comes tomorrow. But cest la vie, if he's happy life works better for this household. So i went with him to federal way, to his friends to get metal, , we went up to the woods my mom found this weekend and lifted a CAR into his truck. We had 600 LBS of metal! We had this front end of a white car, 2 BBQ's, pots, pans, mass amounts of... well, scrap crap. there is a place in Algona (next to my city) that takes all sorts of metal, as long as it's over 300LBS. We pulled up, they cant take the car part- too much plastic. So we took it to Kent (on the other side of my city) and weighed in, got in line, waited...waited...waited... and this fork-lift truck driver said he wont take the car without a title. We don't have a title- we just got this hunk of crap from the woods. So time to go back to Algona, which is now rush hour traffic time, and the easiest way to get there is closed due to construction. If you take a left, you can drive thru Auburn, easy-peasy. Nope, up the hill (still loaded with 600LBS of crap) and he's bitching cause gas, traffic, no title on the car part, the other drivers, etc. ANYTHING he can find to bitch about- this day was no longer fun. I just wanted to drop this stuff off and get away from mike. I had an apt with my mom's hot tub that i was not about to miss. So... back to Algona, drop off everything but the car part, leaving us with 340LBS drop off, which equaled 42.50$  Now, if i was a different person, i would ask for my half, but I'm in it for the fun. It's fun to hammer things apart, and make noise, and messes, and get dirty! It's just...fun. But i was insulted when he handed me the 50 cents and kissed me on the cheek. And then we headed home, with one stop. After all his bitching, all his grumbling, about money, he stopped at the liquor store. My rent check is going to bounce, because I'm no longer paying his half, he's scrapping to make such a teeny amount of money, and he stops for alcohol. So at this point, I'm pissed. I've heard nothing but how the world is against him and he never has enough money,and now this? As soon as we got home, i grabbed my shorts and was headed out the door to my mom's. he follwed- so much for a fasat getaway.  We got in the hot tub, and 20 mins later he was done. Unfortunately, the towels in the wash machine weren't, so i didn't want to leave. I was trying to stall, the washer was almost done, the dryer will only take about half hour...just be patient. i spent all day being his lackey, I'm doing HIS laundry, be patient, it's a favor for you, etc. I didnt want to leave, giving grandma ammo to talk shit. He actually went out to sit in my car. Fuck it, i asked grandma to throw the towels in the dryer and i'll be back tomorrow. Idrove us home, and he headed for his bottle. And at 8pm, sure as rain, he got dressed and went to the bar. Did i mention rent check bouncing? Yeah. I'm so pissed.

Happy labor day =)

started out okay, mike wanted to go swimming, so he was calling and texting michelle and nate, neither asnwered.  I called my mom and asked if i could come do laundry, she said sure. So i figured i'll go do laundry, he can go swimming, everybody's happy. After last night, we're happy spending time with each other. but why push things? absense makes the heart grow fonder... Mymom called me and needed something from the smoke shop, so MY plan was to go visit michelle so our cats could play together, go buy the stuff, then go to mom's and do laundry. Didn't really work. We took one car to michelle's, so mike was going to drop me off, and come back later. But i need him to go to the store, he's not happy about it so he goes home. I went, bought the stuff, went to mom's. did laundry, came home.  good day...ish.

Honda

I own a honda. Shocked? Me too. Dave bought it, but didnt have a license, so it was in my name and he drove it. I cant imagine how stupidly blind i was to agree to this, but cest la vie. Anyway... Dave went home and the Honda stayed here. It has become Mike's "bar car" because he can speed, tailgate, drive like a moron, and if they take the plates down? Its legally my car, so I'M screwed. Multiple times he has brought this car schreeching into the parking lot, or driving completly drunk. So... i signed the car over to him. I actually did this in april, after he accused me of keeping the car because it reminds me of dave. so from april till today, he has been driving his own car. And not knowing it. Well he turned left on a yellow light, in front of a police office. And mr officer did a U-turn and came after him. Well, us, because i was in the car. And the officer got up to the window and asked for licensce, registration and insurance... and mike pointed at me "It's her car, officer." JUST LIKE I KNEW HE WOULD! But the officer looked down at him and i said "Nope, you drive this car drunk so i signed it over to you." And the cop smiled- he knew he had him. Mike got a ticket for no insurance, no registration and a court date for the registration being over 90 days. I offered to write a letter to the judge explaining exactly why i signed it over... he didn't like that idea. Oh well. >_< LoL!

Poor Nate

This kid has put off getting his permit until the last second, and we went in today because he turns 18 on monday. He failed. But he paid to get his ID, cause the tribe will be sending him money next week. And he's already asked me about CD's and different bank accounts because he knows his parents will somehow get it out of him. Smart kid!

fml

Everything was fine. We spent the last few days relaxing, mike and nate slowly stopped hurting from that roofing job. Then Mike went out... He got home about 1:30 and i peeked out the window as he got out of the car. i knew he was pissed, cause the honda actually SQUEALED as he drove in. i told nate to leave the kitchen light on so he can see when he came home...my bad. "F***ing lights on, locking me out of my own house, etc." F this, BS that, F that MF this... yeah.  i cooked him chicken then went to bed. He came in the bedroom, angry, but venting not yelling. USUALLY its about Lena (his ex, the " fucking bitch cunt fucking whore--HIS words, NOT MINE). sometimes its cause he buys a girl drinks all night and gets nothing from her. And yes, he complains to me about this. What am i supposed to say? Sorry she didnt suck you off in your truck? Well, tonight he was buying this girl drinks and according to the reciept, she was a fish. over 70$! And mike found out too late he was buying drinks for her, her BOYFRIEND and her brother. Then it became my fault, because if i was with hom he wouldn't have bought drinks. (Not true.)

He hates the fact that groups scare me. I made this perfectly clear when we were first together. I adapted to the Performance, and Charley's, becasue they were never very full. Even the Home Plate, becasue we sit next to the door, but the Monkey? The Spunky monkey is a CLUB, not a bar, and definetly not a place for a 48 year old creepy dude to hang out buying 20 something girls drinks. The last 2 times that i went to the monkey with mike, he asked randoms strangers to lick my pussy. And Mike always comes home pissed because Jme, the karaoke host has bumped him in the rotation, or the girl he bought drinks for goes home with someone else.

When he's as drunk as he was , i dont dare speak up. He wants to go live in the mountians, but he wont because i wont go with him. Go! Build your shelter, or tent, or whatever. Maybe i'll follow; you did follow me to the tent in my mom front yard when the electricity was turned off. Because you spent the money i gave you gambling. Yeah, i'll be behind you...   For now i just listen to him vent. He hates me, he hates life, he hates paying rent, he hates Lena, he hates women in general. Well, we're not so endeared with you, buddy.