GOD DAMN YOU
Current mood: bitchy


So here it is, August 21. Today marks 11 months to the day that Lance and I have been together. And today he decides to be a complete douche bag. Yes, he did come pick me up from work, so that was nice of him... but what the hell is wrong with him that he skips the part where he asks "How was your day, hun?" and goes straight to biting my head off and making me feel like shit? I was trying to tell him about some bogus new memo that the assistant supervisor put in the passdown book, and he doesn't listen to me at all.

He just goes off on how the company is trying to fire everyone and that they are apparently engrossed with firing me because I was out sick with a kidney stone for a few days. If they fire me for that, they'll have to fire five other people... But yeah, he continues, trying to act like he knows everything, spouting off shit... Huff Court this... Huff Court that... corporate blah blah blah and saying he'll leave me if I don't get the position with the US Park Police. How lovely... It doesn't stop there either. To make it all the more worse, he decides to keep it up in front of our roommate and his girlfriend, making me look really bad. It was really embarassing to have that kind of stuff spilled about me in front of other people.

What the hell did I do so wrong that I deserved this kind of berating treatment? Did I forget to brush my teeth this morning? Did I forget to feed the cat when I got up? Did I not give good enough directions to the man asking about the restroom in the Nordstrom Wing? Did I commit mass murder in a past life that I don't know about? I don't know, but whatever it is, it must have been pretty heinous to deserve this... And I was having a good day [minus food poisoning] up until when Lance picked me up today. Maybe I should've walked the two and a half miles home... God knows I need the exercise -.-;

This isn't the first time he's blown up at me either... and every time, he gives the same excuse: "I'm under a lot of stress" and my reply is always: "Well, unless I'm the cause of said stress, don't take it out on me". Yet, it keeps up regardless. I really wish he could step back and actually look at the way he acts with me and possibly correct it, because if he seriously plans on marrying me, he needs to stop it. I won't live with being scolded, berated and yelled at twice or more daily for petty shit. I'm pretty sure no one would.

Happy Birthday, Lance. I hope it was worth it...


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