Well typical for our normal.
Been about two weeks and shit is in the fan again.
Deb got pissed at me yesterday evening when going out for dinner. She asked me where her shoes were and I told her in the living room on the hearth. She goes in there and cannnot find them. So I call out to her from another room and she does not hear me and as I walk in I speak loudly so she can hear me and she gets mad because I am yelling at her. Then it gets worse as she want her boots. I do not wear her clothes so it is a wee bit hard for me to keep up with them.
Once out to our bikes I am wiping off some residue of a fucked wax job and she gets bitchier about her bike being dirty. Well fuck me, let see, she rides maybe once a month, she did not let me ride her bike, she has time to clean it like I clean mine as it is her fucking bike!
At the restaurant I try to talk to her, to hold her hand, yet she is fucking icey to me. The waitress is very nice and talks to me, invites me to follow her around the rest of the night. She smile at me and softly touches my shoulder. I left a 50% tip. I am not beyond buying a kind word, a smile or a soft touch.
And I get bitched at about my choice in meal and I am snapped at for what I ordered for dessert, which I am told I should not have!
When leaving she wants me to lead so she can follow my line and copy my lean in the curves. She also wants to be behind me since I ahve a black Harley shirt on and she say my one tail light is not enough light. She is wanting to be my sacrifice for safety since she says no one can see me.
Well I am pissy enough at this point that I opened it up and she saw me once she got home.
And tossed in with all this. She is getting to wrapped up in Mandy's shit.
Mandy goes and meets with her spouse on the weekends. I can see why in her eyes, but I know it is only going to make things worse in the end as the spouse will feel like there is hope of restoring the marriage. Debbie is getting all defensive and upset about this. She rants on, cries, and complanis, but it is Mandy's life, not ours.
Now Mandy has a full time and a part time job and is planning on bying a house and moving out. Debbie is very upset aobut this and I see hell on the horizon.
During all this I am the whipping boy. ANything upsets her and I can do nothing right. Today I got bitched at because I ahve not responded to Deb's little love notes to me. I ahve tried being huggy and kissy, but it is to no avail. But since I did not directly vocalize a response it is as if I never notices.
Today I came home form work, taking the day off to work on my Harley. On the way home I called her to see if see if she wanted me to pick up breakfast. My phone fucked up twice in dialing/connecting and then miss her return call. By the time I get a hold of her I get a confused and crying Deb. I try to calm her and get an idea of what she would like for breakfast. When I do get home I am met by a woman in rage because of dropped calls, and an assumption I have crashed my bike. She thinks and expects the worst, she see hoof prints and thinks Zebras, not horses.
And it continues. Still working on that God damn bathroom I am questioned over and over as to why things have to be done a certain way. And she is planning on working on the bathroom this weekend so i get the Inquisition again as to why I plan on plywood and blue board on the counter top before I tile it. Plywood for strength of the hole of the removed sink and blue borad to glue the tile to.
I ahve talked to Mandy about this. She sees Debbie and sees what hell I am going through. Mandy is the only kind ear, caring person. Deb has turned cold and angry, rage filled over everything and it all bleeds together. Her job feeds the animal and makes it worse. Anything kicks it off. She over plans, over thinks, over worries everything. Everything is a fucking disaster. Every mole hill a mountain. To much drama in everything.
Debbie is not taking her meds and not sleeping, is depressed and in pain all the time.She is on edge about loosing Mandy. I know she does not want her to leave, but she should know Mandy is an adult and has her own life.
Things ahve gotten really sucky for me around here.
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