That is the ridiculous sound of my ex-husband complaining. He came over to touch-up the touch-ups in the ceiling, which I really could have done, but he seems to want to do it so badly...and of course, as soon as he came in, he noticed the new water heater, planted, right there in the living-room.
"What's this?" A water heater, I responded, and explained (as if I were still married to him and needed to rationalize my purchases...) that the old one is corroded, and needs to be replaced. "Who told you you needed to buy a new one?" Pardonnez-moi, petit hole de ass? I'm pretty sure if something is fucking leaking, has rust all over the bottom, and has rotted the closet floor, where it's located, that it needs to be ripped off, no? I'm just guessing.
I brushed him off, saying I have a person doing that for me, and that must have set off some alarms in the back of his bird-brain. He started playing the childish games he used to play, hoping that, somehow, I'm caught again in his web of stupidity..."How much did you pay for that?", none of your business...But apparently, that answer wasn't good enough for him, and it must have fed into his little frenzy...
All of a sudden, I feel like I'm back again, in the old house, defending my way of being. He starts going off, saying I don't appreciate him (what???), and all the work (???) he's been doing for me for the last 3 weeks...He kicks the bag of food I had prepared for him (yeah, what a real man he is...), and then I proceed to evict him from my presence.
I just didn't like where the conversation was going. He seems to think that ever since I got the condo, that all of a sudden I think my schmidt don't stink...Well, it don't...It smell like roses.
Pfffft.
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