This will be my 1st DH vent post and hopefully last. As mentioned in my anniversary post DH and I are very opposite. I married a professional bachelor but knew what I was buying on 10/7/06. When we were engaged he started to rebel or work out his dying single man. He took a few golf/gambling/fun trips with his buddies. He spent one to many nights having beers with the guys. I knew he was just letting go of single Mark so I didn’t say much. Once we got married the trips and bar stops decreased dramatically. Well single Mark reared his head this weekend.
After the US which was a big deal at least for me.
“Let’s go out and celebrate tonight.”
“Ok I already committed to having a couple of beers with the guys. But I will meet you later”
Which was fine because it was 4pm and I was going to see my horse anyway. So we agreed to meet up at the house later. Well 7:30 rolls around he finally pulls in and goes straight to bed.
I said “What are you doing we are going out to celebrate.”
“I never said that, you can’t drink anyway.”
“Yeah but I can have juice or something”
“Let’s just do it tomorrow”
“Fine tomorrow night we will go out”
I spend the rest of the night hanging out with the neighbors. Saturday rolls around he tells me he is going to play golf at 1:30pm. Ok, but remember we are going out to celebrate tonight. Ok. He gets home at 7pm and says:
“Are you ready I am starving?”
“Yep” I shaved my legs, got dolled up
“Let’s go to Koi(Thai place) or O’Charly’s”
“No O’Charly’s it’s not very nice, so let’s go to Koi”
We eat dinner within an hour and sat at the sushi bar so he could watch sports. We had green tea to celebrate and were done eating within an hour.
“Are you ready to go?”
We head straight back home and he heads to bed by 8:30pm. Sunday rolls around we head to the Titans game with a couple of his friends(I know I know). He has way to much to drink so I end up driving home. He’s passed out by 5:30pm. He gets up just in time to eat the dinner that took me 2 hours to make then goes back to bed. Then to top it all of…We have separate bathrooms because he is a slob. Mine is very clean and organized. I head to my bathroom last night to wash up and there is a big pile of crap in my toilet with the lid up. My bathroom smells like A** and it’s all my pregnant self can do not to vomit. I was so mad when he got home from his work dinner I couldn’t speak to him. So tonight if he’s not asleep by 6pm he’s getting a talking to. Ugghhhhh
I am pretty sure single Mark is freaking out that he actually might become a dad in a few months. But really your 46 years old, start acting like it.
Ok all better, hopefully we won’t have another post like this for a long time.