It’s eight p.m. and I ain’t got nothin

We said today we would talk. He arranged a neutral location. We got take out.

Then he tells me he has to take his new car for stereo repairs. The car that he has had less than a month. The car that needed stereo repairs the day after he bought it.

When I asked when we would go get the cough:minivan:cough that the kids and I NEED, he says, I must wait. Let’s move first. Being closer to work the past two weeks (did I mention that I booted him after our last argument over the vehicle purchasing debacle?) has made him realize that I was right. Six months ago!

He backed out of TWO house purchases. I’m gunshy now. Then the next reason he gives me for not wanting me to get another vehicle is the same one he said about buying a house! I’m not a good enough housekeeper and now my car cleaning skills have taken away my rights to a more appropriate size car for my kids.

Utter bullshit. Then he goes to work. Says he’ll be back in an hour. I went for my daily run. I showered changed and such.

We’re going on three hours now. So, I’m sitting in the bar next to his work drinking whiskey.

My steamer clams just arrived. Looks like I’m eating alone.

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