Now I'm pissed off... John's got to do his diabetes education class on Tuesday so he decided to take Friday and Monday as vacation days... Good, he needs a break and we need some 'together time'. But come Friday the first thing he says is 'we're broke, we can't do anything that costs money.' I thought we could go check out the 'House of Refuge' because it would be cheap, but when I looked it up, it's eight bucks a head, sixteen if you want to do combined admission with the local museum. And we can't afford to spend thirty-something bucks on an outing, so we sat on our arses all day and went to the grocery store at dinner time when the sun was going down and it 'wasn't too hot to sit in the car'. And Saturday he wakes up and says that his mouth is hurting, so today was a complete write off... he didn't want to chew anything so I had to think of soft food for him, not easy on his diabetic diet. Come dinner time Saturday, NOW he admits that he thinks he's got an abscess, when it's too late to do anything about it. It's not freaking FAIR. Now he gets to write off the rest of his 'vacation' and lay around feeling sorry for himself and I won't even get to go to church tomorrow unless I drag out the walker and go alone. He might possibly agree to go and get an antibiotic on Monday but I bet he won't - he usually just waits for his dental issues to go away by themselves.
I wouldn't say a word to him about it, but I AM PISSED OFF!!!!!!!! I spend all day sitting here at home while he's out at work. When he's actually home, I want to do stuff with him and get out of here for a change so I don't go insane from staring at these same four walls 24/7! The last date night I can remember us having was July 4, and I made him take me to see Planet of the Apes but that was a month ago... I wanted to go see Guardians of the Galaxy (too expensive), or to go out for a meal together (too expensive, and too hard to find something he can eat), or just to do SOMETHING that wasn't sitting in front of my damned computer or doing housework. I'm sorry, laying on the bed watching a DVD is NOT 'date night'. I spend altogether too much time laying on the bed already because I 'have to rest'. (pouts, sulks and has a good old-fashioned 'neglected wife' tantrum.) Between his health and my health and the necessity of saving all his energy for work, we never do ANYTHING together anymore...
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