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Anonymous wrote:Because you ignored our previous instructions on how to acknowledge birthdays, we are going to try one more time to get you to celebrate this birthday by spending your money the way we want.
LOL!!!! And OP, WTH? Why even have the damn party at all. When you're a kid, gifts are part of the excitement of the day!
Anonymous wrote:OP here. My friend told her husband in the past few hours that she found the video of me on his computer and sent it to me to do as I please. Which isn't true and I wish she had not done that. So now the POS Husband now is texting me and trying to explain things. My husband and I of course have now blocked his number and his Facebook. But this is seriously upsetting to me and stressing me out- not good when I'm pregnant.
And how in the world does he "explain" something like that?!
Anonymous wrote:I have no answer to you, but I am shocked he charged for the prescription separately!! WTF! It is the same as going to a pcp and aside the fee for the visit itself, he decides to charge me for my antibiotics prescription!
Yes, the refraction is a separate fee. There are times you may go to your opthal, they'll refract you as part of the exam and then decide that they slight change in your prescription isn't enough to warrant changing your glasses, so they won't give you the Rx, makes for a lesser fee.
No way would I date a "gamer". Xbox ends once you graduate college. Or are old enough to have reasonably been expected to graduate from college
He's a creature of habit--rarely changes his menu! Yes, his pasta has sauce on it---I'll make a batch of pasta like penne or rigatoni with sauce on Sunday and then reheat batches for his lunches during the week. Then I'll pack some baby carrots, apple slices, hard boiled egg, grapes, a banana or something like that and a "treat": a couple of cookies, a rice krispie bar, pudding cup, etc.
Anonymous wrote:Op here. Reading this is truly depressing me. It doesn't help that we've barely spent any time together alone since our second was born.
To answer some questions:
I married him because I fell for him. And early on, I decided he was the one.
He is actually good with the kids and helps out a lot with our older child.
Yes, I do think he thinks the baby is more my domain. Hence I carry the baby and diaper bag most of the time.
No, he's not from a culture that doesn't help wives and with kids. But he comes from a family where that was the situation. And so did I.
He's selfish. It's something we've always fought about. I draw the line at calling him an asshole, but yes, he's very selfish. He's actually much better now with that then he was when I first met him. I paid the bill on our first date. He kept procrastinating on proposing to me, so finally I proposed, he said, uh sure. He always steals food right out of my hand as I'm eating. He suggested I drive myself into the hospital when I went into labor, so he didn't have to come pick me up. I said, no, you need to pick me up. I carried my overnight bag into the hospital when I was in labor, with both kids. He even stuffed some of his own things into my bag and let me carry it. The first time I was in the hospital bed, in labor and dilated, he told me he was going to go out and get some stuff done. I said, you are not going ANYWHERE.
He claims he doesn't do conventional things for me like open doors, carry groceries in, etc, because it reinforces the idea that women are less capable than men. And he doesn't want to send that message to his daughter. He hates all conventional girl things, like fashion, makeup, anything pink, because he thinks these things serve to make women stupid and weak. So he's not your typical asshole. He's something else entirely, but still completely infuriating.
How have I coped? Most times I live in this fantasy in my head, that I am single. So that I expect nothing from him, and if he does do something for me, it is a pleasant surprise. A bonus. Because the alternative would be that we would fight every single day and I'd be angry all the time. And he fights dirty. If he feels attacked or criticized, his response is to hurt me as deeply as possible. So... We rarely fight. Yes, I know it's completely dysfunctional. But it's where we're at. Also I think of that book "a thousand splendid suns" (abusive husband) and I am able to feel grateful for what I have.
What kind of message are YOU sending to your daughter? Being a doormat for the self-absorbed prick that YOU proposed to is not the message you want to send, I'm sure. For the sake of your children, OP, get counseling and make a plan to get out
My son likes pasta in his. I fill it with boiling water and slap the lid on while his pasta is heating. I overheat that, dump out the water and put the pasta in. He says its the perfect temp when he eats it
I broiled butterfly pork chops, made ranch baby red potatoes in the crock pot and did a new asparagus recipe. Pretty tasty!
Just the fact that you call him "clueless" instead of "asshole" (which he totally is) means you're an enabler. If you don't like his behavior, put on your big girl panties and spell it out. And quit having babies with this jerk
Um, SOMEONE is going to notice that kind of activity in your backyard. Chances are eventually the county is going to find out. And they'll ask to see the permit. Why wouldn't you just do the right thing and get one?
It's appalled. I put them in the plastic wrapper/sleeve before tossing, but, um, it's HER house!!
Anonymous wrote:Ok as noted I will NOT be lugging the dog and the kids up and down the stairs. Why is this so difficult for you to understand? Do you have young kids?
So what you're looking for is validation from strangers that it's OK to let your dog pee and poo out on the balcony? I hope your DH finds this so he sees that some people are on his side
Anonymous wrote:She's small enough to carry. It is simply not feasible for me to take her down multipls times per day. I'm not hauling two kids plus dog down a flight of stairs that many times. Nor am I going to sacrifice what little free time I have to do that. Between childcare, I take care of the home (laundry, clean bathrooms, vacuum, mail, bills, make beds, etc). In the lite downtime I have I take care of myself (shower, eat). I also run a small and lucrative consulting business part time. The dog likes the balcony. It's big and airy and she's happy sniffing around out there. I pick up the poo daily and change the per pads every few days. I'm not going to feel bad about not adding more to my plate. I don't just sit around all day. I think my DH should just keep the status quo. We can have a gross balcony and a happy mom or a clean balcony and a miserable mom. I think I am more important than the balcony.
Well, clearly your DH thinks differently. Those pee pads must reek by the time you get around to changing them out! I'm with your DH, this sounds absolutely disgusting and I feel bad for your poor pooch
Anonymous wrote:Didn't you post this a few months ago? Were you the poster who was heavily pregnant and was allowing the dog to defecate on the balcony because you couldn't carry him/her down the stairs?
Boom! I KNEW I'd heard this story before!
Anonymous wrote:My thought is that Angeliina needs to take her kids, her stolen husband, and her ovaries, breasts, and whatever else and take a seat. Do we need to know everytime she cuts the cheese?
LMBO!