Why do I bother?
17 months ago, my wife ripped the wall paper off our bedroom walls. She wanted to "re-do" the room. Fine. But it's taken her 17 months to pick a fucking color, buy paint, and start painting the room.
Of course, every time we make plans to paint, she's never home on time. So we're always painting late at night.
Last night, we didn't do any more because we were out of paint. I slept a few hours (from 7 to 10) and then woke up and could not get back to sleep. So, I've been up for over 22 hours, including another day from hell at work. She calls me at work, about an hour before I leave. I have to go to the paint store and buy the paint. Of course, she works a couple miles from the paint store. I work right by our house, which is much further away. So, naturally, I have to get the paint. I go. I get the paint. I run two more errands, and she's still not home when I get there. Or an hour later. I decided to watch a movie, so I put in Polyester. It makes me laugh.
Finally, at 8 o'clock, she gets home. And, ignoring me (I was just falling asleep again), she starts painting. So, I get up and start painting, too. I leave the movie on. After about half an hour, she stops working, sits down, and just watches the movie for 20 minutes. I pause for two seconds to watch a scene, and she says to me, "Why do you watch this shit?" I was the one still working. She was the one sitting down and just watching the movie.
I set down my painting stuff, told her she didn't have to watch it, and left the room.
Why do I bother? I was dead tired; I'm sick of waiting for her to show up on a whim; and all I get is "Why do you watch this shit?"
Why do I bother?
17 months ago, my wife ripped the wall paper off our bedroom walls. She wanted to "re-do" the room. Fine. But it's taken her 17 months to pick a fucking color, buy paint, and start painting the room.
Of course, every time we make plans to paint, she's never home on time. So we're always painting late at night.
Last night, we didn't do any more because we were out of paint. I slept a few hours (from 7 to 10) and then woke up and could not get back to sleep. So, I've been up for over 22 hours, including another day from hell at work. She calls me at work, about an hour before I leave. I have to go to the paint store and buy the paint. Of course, she works a couple miles from the paint store. I work right by our house, which is much further away. So, naturally, I have to get the paint. I go. I get the paint. I run two more errands, and she's still not home when I get there. Or an hour later. I decided to watch a movie, so I put in Polyester. It makes me laugh.
Finally, at 8 o'clock, she gets home. And, ignoring me (I was just falling asleep again), she starts painting. So, I get up and start painting, too. I leave the movie on. After about half an hour, she stops working, sits down, and just watches the movie for 20 minutes. I pause for two seconds to watch a scene, and she says to me, "Why do you watch this shit?" I was the one still working. She was the one sitting down and just watching the movie.
I set down my painting stuff, told her she didn't have to watch it, and left the room.
Why do I bother? I was dead tired; I'm sick of waiting for her to show up on a whim; and all I get is "Why do you watch this shit?"
Why do I bother?
