After being choked to death for two days by curry and spice, I did decide to return to my own home. As much as I love my best friend, it's very oily at her house. Everything seemed to be deep fried. By Sunday, my completion, clothing and hair had a lovely Halal sheen to it. I faced the fact that I am not meant to be Pakistani.
On a less fun note, I was working on my laundry (I say working, because it will never be finished) and I realized, with a sinking heart that J even threw out the weather station that he NEVER opened. That's right; A gift that was never opened. Actually, let me rewind here, because my solo reader doesn't know the back story.
I came back from Costa Rica and J decided that he was going to move all of the living room furniture to the basement because I wouldn't move out right now! Keep in mind, he has been verbally abusing me for quite a while, and we are legally separated.
While he is throwing a temper tantrum, he finds my journal laying in plain sight and reads it. Decides that he's going to read into it and throws a fit.
I get home from the gym, and he apologizes for the great furniture movement. Then lights into me about how I'm a SLUT and how DARE I go outside our marriage with B, blah, blah, blah.....
Notice the remorse in my voice.
Anyway, following the verbal tirade, he begins to throw things out. Things I have given him. I pride myself on gift giving. I go out of my way to find the most perfect gift for the hardest to buy for person. My success rate is impeccable.
J threw out things that can't be replaced. The house is empty. I look around and my heart hurts.
He has never really bought me anything that he really had to put effort into. Point and click, or I had to give him a list. Oh, even better than that, he will ask me if I should get a gift for something (like Mother's Day) if I say no, then he really won't get me one.
Am I supposed to say yes??? Sure, let me sound selfish and greedy. The last time I said that I stuck my big, fat foot in my mouth I heard about it so many times I vowed, never again!!!!
So, the garbage guys took it all. It makes me ill thinking of it all, really. How immature does one have to be to do that?
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