we slept in - we're trying to get over whatever it is that has decided to live in our intestinal system. I'm feeling a bit better, but not super. I put on a load of laundry and then asked DH if I could get him something to eat (not much, mind you) before I headed to "my" room to read email and possibly do something that I wanted to do. "Nom, I'm fine for now, thanks." So, I go to my room and open email which leads to reading FB postings. As son as I start that, here comes DH wanting something to eat. I try HARD not to say something. I send DH to kitchen to look in pantry to see what we have in various small packages (soups, potatoes, rice, etc.) bc he can't have much. He brings me all the small packages - one being for potato soup.
Pkg indicates heat 8 cups of water to boiling, add soup mix, turn down heat, simmer for 15 minutes. Simple. DH says he can wait 'til I finish...I try to read emails/FB postings but I hear sounds/noises/cursing coming from the kitchen. Shortly DH appears at the door..."You're going to scream and yell at me." "Why, what happened." "Well, it all boiled over on the stove and I can't clean it up until the stove cools down." "I thought you were going to wait until I finished here."
I went to the kitchen to find the biggest mess I've seen in a LONG time. Burned, scorched potato soup all over the stove top, back of stove, front of stove, the pan, everywhere. This is my brand new $1200 cook stove with smooth top now with what I know are scorch marks that will NEVER come off the stove. I went totally ballistic. There was no need for this, and I do not intend to live with this piece of SSSSSSSSSSS in my kitchen. I know that I am going to have to spend the next hour or so trying to get this stove cleaned up enough that we can live with it until the 15th of the month at which time DH will be purchasing a new stove for the kitchen. He's in there "dabbing" at what can't possibly be cleaned up without dynamiting the mess. I am livid, I can no longer live like this, I don't want to live like this. It has been almost 2 years since DH decided to do himself in and since I've had to live with the consequences of his actions.
I've worked hard all my life, I don't deserve this, and I don't want to continue this. I don't want a child in an old man's body. I hate coming home to my house any more.
Too much honesty? Well, I guess what I've learned through counseling is that there is NOT too much honesty. I'm tired of living a life of covering up the truth.
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