I had one month of quiet solitude. Hunter is back and I think it took about an hour or 90 min. for him to get stupid. But hey - that's an improvement right? Then as he was unloading our wreaths and garland, he again had a little hissy fit. Oh well.
For the first time in my life, I have a goal. I never really understood the concept, at least how it applied to me. So here it is and I do feel good about it. (Could be from watching too many episodes of Hoarders and Hoarding : Buried Alive.) I will no longer live for the "what if " and "whens". I am going to go with where we are now so I can actually live my life instead of waiting for the home I want, repairs etc. I have no problem getting rid of things. I will use what I have instead of waiting for things that I know he will never purchase or allow me to purchase even though he says we will get such and such. What I won't do is get rid of my washstand, Victrola, china cabinet, secretary, or my solid oak cannonball bed. Nor will I get rid of my two oak dressers. They are my antiques and there's no way in hell that I will part with them. I will no longer wait for him to complete any of his "projects" - and if you only knew........
I will put my books back on the standard and bracket "bookshelves" - yeah, the ones he had me empty when he said he was going to work in there. That's right......instead of waiting for the built-in bookcase I will make do with what is.
I am pretty sure that once I have everything in place-having donated much of it he- will have no choice but to look at all the mess he has created. I will invite friends and family over and...let him be embarrassed. He will have no one to blame for the condition of our house but himself! 'Course those of you who have followed me know he will still find a way to "blame" me.
But I'll be all like....."La La La, I can't hear you."
Yup. I think I am finally growing up!