So, here's a little re-cap of yesterday. We both worked and got home around the same time, 5:00. The kids got home and we rested for a about 30 min. Then he decided to go mow the grass and I decided to cook dinner.
So he's outside and I decide to make hamburgers, but we are out of propane and I really want them on the grill so I go out side to ask him, If I can load up ALL 3 of the kids and go buy some propane. He is immediately red in the face and asks me where I am going to get money for it, I politely tell him that I worked all day and I get paid daily, I clean houses, he knows this, he is obviously mad about something.
SO I asked him what his problem was and he said when he was mowing the grass, he found a cigarette butt. Yes, people, 1 cigarette butt.
I do have a ash tray that I use but occasionally, one gets away form me.
So then he goes on and on about this butt in the grass and then tells me that he can't believe our lifestyle, You know, the drugs, alcohol, and sex parties:)
Ok, #32 Hmmmm, just because I work a part time job cleaning houses, wear capri pants and smoke cigarettes does not make me the worst person, mother on the face of this earth.
So I gave him the finger and I left, He then sent me a text and told me that "the worst part about me leaving is that I come back, stay gone for good this time."
Thanks #32, I love you too.