Wow...a post that has nothing to do with step-demon (sd14), who has actually been okay this time around. This has to do with her idiot father, my DH (which today stands for DumbsHit). Seriously DH, I want to borrow a basketball players hands to strangle you! The only reason I can't wait for step-demon to leave is because her "father" is making me crazy. Otherwise, I'd be sorry to see her go back to UberSkank in a few days.

He calls both of us “Sweetie” when step-demon is around, so we never know which one of us he's speaking to. I’ve asked him several times to stick to his nicknames for step-demon (he has two or three) or make up a new nickname for me or call me Shaman29. His excuse? It’s too hard to remember a better name for me. Gee JackAss…nice to know I’m not worth the effort.

When she’s here, he totally treats me differently. Like I’m his roommate and not his wife. If I ask step-demon to do anything around the house, he comes over and does it for her. Hey DH, undermine my authority much? Even when she asks if she can help and I give her something to do, he takes it away from her. He even gave her money to wrap my Christmas gifts! Seriously? You can't just have her do a good deed without expecting payment? Excellent lesson to teach little miss entitlement!

But god forbid the woman with a lot of common sense but no children say anything about the way he rears his child! Because apparently since I never squeezed out a litter of kids, I’m completely unqualified to point out the obvious since “I don’t understand what it’s like to be a parent”.

The irony in that statement is when any of my family members says that to me, he completely defends me and tells me it doesn’t matter that I haven’t given birth.

Then he was really snarky towards me last night and said something that hurt my feelings. When I told him what he said really hurt me, he replied (and I quote) “I’m tired and I didn’t mean anything by it, you just took it wrong”. WTF?? No acknowledgement that he hurt my feelings, no apologies. Basically told me it was my own fault.

I hardly spoke to him this morning, especially after he did something I HATE with my heart and soul……asked me a question when he had a mouth full (and not a dainty little bite, but puffed out squirrel cheeks full of food) of cereal. Grrrrrrr. Then he had the nerve to ask me if something was bothering me?

No JackAss…I enjoy having you say whatever you want to me, behave like a dick, hurt my feeling then claim fatigue and blame my hurt feelings on me. Merry F'ing Christmas. Sorry for the unholiday like rant but I'm in a pissy mood today. :evil: