Many of my attempts to divert ex-husband's attention away from me, fail. What kind of attention? The kind that makes me frustrated and want to throw sand at his eyes, stick a pencil up his nose, and call him satan. Yes, that kind...
Some examples? O say, I've been waiting all week to watch the new episode of Desperate Housewives, and by some odd coincidence, it just so happens that that is the time he must, urgently, discuss the chores he has to finish before going to bed (make sandwich, hang uniform for the next day. That's it. Seriously.) Obviously, the best time to discuss this is during the show, NOT during the commercial breaks. Annoying? Ummm...Yes. NEXT!
When he "pets" me. Ahhh where's that danged pencil??? Especially now, that we are divorced, and he really shouldn't be touching me at all...I've always hated it, and have told him a bagillion times that I am not a fucking dog, he still tries to run his hand on top of my head. Today, I had to try something new, just to be a little surprising. I hissed at him. It worked!
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