Interrupted

My Life Thus Far
2015-07-21 05:16:59 (UTC)

The Beginning Stages

If it were possible for my brain to spontaneously combust, I'm convinced I'm in the beginning stages of that process. I have a history of migraines and pretty persistent headaches, but I'd been doing so well lately. Last night was the first headache I've had in several months. It went away after I ate a little and laid down. Tonight, it's unrelenting. I felt it coming on as I was getting ready to leave work. By the time I got home, it was in full swing. It's after 10pm, and I need to eat (because I think part of the problem is that I'm not eating enough), but I don't want to go into the kitchen, because it's super bright out there. I'm writing earlier tonight (instead of 1am like I have been), because if it gets much worse I won't be able to look at a screen (phone or computer).

There's nothing noteworthy to share. I went to work, and work is always work. The same shit, different day. I can't say anything is causing me any stress at the moment. My job doesn't cause me stress. Other factors do, but working the sales floor doesn't. That's all I did today. It was easy, and the day went by quickly.

Snookums has messed up our finances again. There's $14 in our joint account until I get paid Thursday night, because he sucks at paying bills at the appropriate time of the month. I was mad when I first discovered what he did, but now I'm ambivalent. He is an idiot when it comes to managing money and paying bills. Yet, I feel like I need him to learn, otherwise I'm basically his mother taking care of him. I have money. I stash it away, because I know he's an imbecile when it comes to these things. He once over drafted his account by $12, and ended up paying almost $100 in fees and fines. I still to this day don't know how he managed it. I have money squirreled away because of this, but I hate that I have to do that. Every time he messes up he promises me he'll get better, but he never does. It's been 13 years, and he's no better. I just need to bitch about it, since really there's no solution to this. Other than going back to me doing all of the financial shit for our family and never letting him touch our accounts. It's tempting.




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