Well, it's been an interesting weekend to say the least. Nothing remarkable has happened in regards to any progress with my stepchildren, but again I'd be holding my breath until I'm blue in the face. Kind of like someone who's on a ventilator in a vegetative state, moreless. My husband flipped out yesterday and made some stupid comment to me yesterday again about helping me out with the dogs. I have not been using the pool for a month now since I have open ulcers on my hands from dermatitis. So, I have been watching the puppy (6 month old who gets into everything) and two older dogs-our 5 yr old rescue and my 15 year old miniature poodle is also driving me nuts with his messes. In any event, my husband seems to conveniently forget the time that I give up so he can go swimming in the afternoons, which works out to be about a 2 hour block each time. And then last night I was having trouble because he left me while I was cooking on the stove and left me with 3 dogs, to go throw hot dogs on the grill. Well, the 6 month old went up to the very large dog crate where the 5 year old was and was trying to get in and put half his face in between the slats and got his muzzle stuck. He completely flipped out. And there I was trying to manipulate the fifty some pound body of a greyhound trying to get his face out of the crate without hurting him. He was crying, screeching, kiyaking, the whole shebang. You could hear it everywhere. You'd think my husband would come to help. Nope. Totally oblivious. Well, I finally got the dog out. And took all three dogs outside. And I was pretty mad and told him I really needed his help. And he has the audacity to say, why can't you just take care of the dogs and crate them? It's like what have I been doing here since we moved here to GA in December? Twiddling my thumbs? My whole life has gone in the trash can. I lost my closest friends. I get no respect from my stepkids who walk over the top of me and post nasty stuff about me on the web. I was an accountant and business consultant in the Baltimore Washington metro area and here I've moved to a very small town where I have no prospects for such work. And my husband just kept going off last night about the dogs which lasted for about an hour and a half. He finally got over it until the next time something trips his trigger. But, his final blow to me was when he said, if you can't take care of them by yourself, then I'll get rid of them or kill them. It's simply too much! The dogs are the only living thing here I have or connection to anything. I feel like an old apple that was left out in the sun too long.
I sure hope that this turns out to be a better week. I've got to figure out some way to do something useful and stay tactfully away from my husband's temper.
Regards,
Sweetie