I Can't Believe Him
What Would YOU Do?
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Yesterday, I felt bad that I had gone off about my fiancé, Tommy, in my frustration the other day. As you remember, he had left for Phoenix, yesterday. He had no place to go, and I felt bad that he had to spend the night sleeping on drywall in an unfinished building. I felt bad that he didn’t have that much money left to eat on. And I felt bad that he was down there alone. I was also starting to have utter respect for him because he’d gone down there, willing to do anything for a good job. And, I felt bad when he called me this morning with the bad news: that the job fell through. Humph. That all changed today.
He has left me utterly furious with him, rather than respecting him anymore. It’s more than one thing, combined that he’s done to make me so agitated. 1) He wants me to go down there this coming Sunday and stay with him, homeless, with NO place to go. “Just bring a few clothes, and come on down, we’ll figure something out. Talk to Ron tonight, and see if he’ll drive you down here, and maybe he’ll take care of the cats and our stuff for a week or so until you get a job,” he says. See the key word there: you, meaning me.
2) “Oh, sure,” he says, “we can stay at the hospitals in the area. I’ll fake chest pain, that way we’ll have some place to stay and we can figure out what we’re going to do from there.” Yeah, buddy, you get to sleep in semi-comfortable beds, while I sleep on uncomfortable chairs…yeah that’s the ticket. And, he’s planning on hospital hopping. Uh huh…I want to hospital hop. That’s fun.
3) As of right now, he’s IN the hospital, having f canaked chest pain so he could have a place to stay for awhile. The worst part is, he told me that he’s going to play a sympathy game. He’s going to be flirting with the nurses, and telling them that I’m the b*tch who left him stranded. Oh, he’s concocted this story that he went back to Michigan, and he just got back after 3 months, and I up and left him. He went home and found new people living in the apartment, leaving him homeless. He’s going to make people hate me that don’t know me, and he’s giving me…. ME…the woman who’s put up with him for a year now (lemme tell you, not very many women would put up with him, that’s for sure) a bad rap. I’ve treated that man well. He’s even said so himself…and he’s doing this for us, so he says. So we can maybe get a place to live. Oh yeah, that’ll get us a place real fast.
Ok, first off, like I said, I do NOT want to live homeless, hospital hopping. I wouldn’t be getting very good sleep if I were having to sleep in a chair, now would I? I don’t think so. Nextly, I don’t think Ron would approve of him expecting me to live homeless like that. Ron told me, the other night, that he wouldn’t let that happen. So, no, Ron won’t drive me down there to do that. And, this thing about him bashing me just for sympathy. Is that what men do to the women they supposedly love? Is that really love? And, then there’s the thing about when I get down there, things’ll get better because I will be able to get a job. Yeah ok. It’ll be the same thing all over again that it was before we moved up here. I work while he sits on his butt all day long, sleeping half the day away, and smoking my money away in pot. Uh huh. I really want that. The man goes through money likes it’s water. Ron gave him $50 …now Tommy’s been in Phoenix since YESTERDAY, and that entire $50 is GONE…. Gone…he blew it all already. Now, he’s really got no money for food. Pity. When we did have money, he spent it all the time. I’d get paid on Friday, and by Sunday it would be all gone. He wanted aquarium stuff…or this or that and pot…he always blew my money away up in smoke. My money was always spent on HIM.
And, Tommy’s like the little boy who cried wolf. He’s constantly faking chest pain. Mainly it’s been to go in and get morphine. He likes the high. Of course, today, he faked it just so he could get food and shelter for the time being. His heart rate will be ok, everything will check out ok…so why would they keep him overnight like he thinks?? What’ll he do when they tell him at midnight that he’s discharged? He’ll sleep in the waiting room. Then tomorrow, he’ll go to another hospital. PATHETIC. I asked him, what if they do another cath…like you need to have that procedure done AGAIN (since I’ve known him, he’s had that done like 5 times). He said…ok it’s ok…I’ll be able to stay in the hospital then. UGH. He’s occupying a bed that someone, who REALLY might need it, won’t have it. He’s wasting money, he’s wasting DR’s time, he’s wasting materials that could be used on someone else. On top of that he’s racking up more bills for ACCHS to pay. Just because he has free medical, he thinks that he can just use it continuously, for no reason other than his own selfish ones. All because he can’t get himself a job and live normally. I’m sorry to say, but it’s ridiculous. I’ll tell you something, he’s going to cry wolf too many times, and no one’s going to care anymore…and well God’ll really make it happen. My own father died from a massive heart attack, instantly. My father did some bad things in his life, and God took him early..he had just turned 49 the day before. Tommy’s 44…. God’ll take you when He’s ready. And, now Tommy’s using me as a ploy, making people dislike me for no reason other than, again, his own selfish ones. Oh, poor man, his b*tch fiancé left him stranded, what a b*tch she must have been. I can just hear it. “Yeah, that b*tch didn’t even have the guts to tell me. I can’t believe she did this to me.” He’ll make himself look pitiful so that the nurses will go “Aww.” JERK!!!!! I would NEVER do that to him. Never…. that’s of course if I didn’t have a reason…but I do now. In fact, I always praise the jerk. Oh, I’m furious about this whole thing. I get bashed…and I’ve put up with him treating me crappy most of the time.
Ha!! He wants me to go down there…WRONG! He’s ruined that now. I don’t give a rat’s butt about him…. unless he gets a job and proves that he can support me like a REAL man who claims he’s Christian ought to. If he’s so Christian…it says in the Bible that the man is the head of the house hold…and should take care of his wife who should take care of her household. Not the other way around.
Readers, what do you think? The worse thing, in my book, he’s done, first is to curse God. You never, never do that. Yikes, that’s like putting a stake through your own heart. The next worst thing is bashing me like he’s doing just to get sympathy. Boohoo…. LIAR!! Why lie like that just to make people pity you? Why? Especially when it’s someone who has cared for you deeply? He’s done dug himself a deep hole and he’s going to bury himself in it. God’ll see to it, I’m sure. Ok…I’m done ranting. Whew. I feel better getting it out now.
He has left me utterly furious with him, rather than respecting him anymore. It’s more than one thing, combined that he’s done to make me so agitated. 1) He wants me to go down there this coming Sunday and stay with him, homeless, with NO place to go. “Just bring a few clothes, and come on down, we’ll figure something out. Talk to Ron tonight, and see if he’ll drive you down here, and maybe he’ll take care of the cats and our stuff for a week or so until you get a job,” he says. See the key word there: you, meaning me.
2) “Oh, sure,” he says, “we can stay at the hospitals in the area. I’ll fake chest pain, that way we’ll have some place to stay and we can figure out what we’re going to do from there.” Yeah, buddy, you get to sleep in semi-comfortable beds, while I sleep on uncomfortable chairs…yeah that’s the ticket. And, he’s planning on hospital hopping. Uh huh…I want to hospital hop. That’s fun.
3) As of right now, he’s IN the hospital, having f canaked chest pain so he could have a place to stay for awhile. The worst part is, he told me that he’s going to play a sympathy game. He’s going to be flirting with the nurses, and telling them that I’m the b*tch who left him stranded. Oh, he’s concocted this story that he went back to Michigan, and he just got back after 3 months, and I up and left him. He went home and found new people living in the apartment, leaving him homeless. He’s going to make people hate me that don’t know me, and he’s giving me…. ME…the woman who’s put up with him for a year now (lemme tell you, not very many women would put up with him, that’s for sure) a bad rap. I’ve treated that man well. He’s even said so himself…and he’s doing this for us, so he says. So we can maybe get a place to live. Oh yeah, that’ll get us a place real fast.
Ok, first off, like I said, I do NOT want to live homeless, hospital hopping. I wouldn’t be getting very good sleep if I were having to sleep in a chair, now would I? I don’t think so. Nextly, I don’t think Ron would approve of him expecting me to live homeless like that. Ron told me, the other night, that he wouldn’t let that happen. So, no, Ron won’t drive me down there to do that. And, this thing about him bashing me just for sympathy. Is that what men do to the women they supposedly love? Is that really love? And, then there’s the thing about when I get down there, things’ll get better because I will be able to get a job. Yeah ok. It’ll be the same thing all over again that it was before we moved up here. I work while he sits on his butt all day long, sleeping half the day away, and smoking my money away in pot. Uh huh. I really want that. The man goes through money likes it’s water. Ron gave him $50 …now Tommy’s been in Phoenix since YESTERDAY, and that entire $50 is GONE…. Gone…he blew it all already. Now, he’s really got no money for food. Pity. When we did have money, he spent it all the time. I’d get paid on Friday, and by Sunday it would be all gone. He wanted aquarium stuff…or this or that and pot…he always blew my money away up in smoke. My money was always spent on HIM.
And, Tommy’s like the little boy who cried wolf. He’s constantly faking chest pain. Mainly it’s been to go in and get morphine. He likes the high. Of course, today, he faked it just so he could get food and shelter for the time being. His heart rate will be ok, everything will check out ok…so why would they keep him overnight like he thinks?? What’ll he do when they tell him at midnight that he’s discharged? He’ll sleep in the waiting room. Then tomorrow, he’ll go to another hospital. PATHETIC. I asked him, what if they do another cath…like you need to have that procedure done AGAIN (since I’ve known him, he’s had that done like 5 times). He said…ok it’s ok…I’ll be able to stay in the hospital then. UGH. He’s occupying a bed that someone, who REALLY might need it, won’t have it. He’s wasting money, he’s wasting DR’s time, he’s wasting materials that could be used on someone else. On top of that he’s racking up more bills for ACCHS to pay. Just because he has free medical, he thinks that he can just use it continuously, for no reason other than his own selfish ones. All because he can’t get himself a job and live normally. I’m sorry to say, but it’s ridiculous. I’ll tell you something, he’s going to cry wolf too many times, and no one’s going to care anymore…and well God’ll really make it happen. My own father died from a massive heart attack, instantly. My father did some bad things in his life, and God took him early..he had just turned 49 the day before. Tommy’s 44…. God’ll take you when He’s ready. And, now Tommy’s using me as a ploy, making people dislike me for no reason other than, again, his own selfish ones. Oh, poor man, his b*tch fiancé left him stranded, what a b*tch she must have been. I can just hear it. “Yeah, that b*tch didn’t even have the guts to tell me. I can’t believe she did this to me.” He’ll make himself look pitiful so that the nurses will go “Aww.” JERK!!!!! I would NEVER do that to him. Never…. that’s of course if I didn’t have a reason…but I do now. In fact, I always praise the jerk. Oh, I’m furious about this whole thing. I get bashed…and I’ve put up with him treating me crappy most of the time.
Ha!! He wants me to go down there…WRONG! He’s ruined that now. I don’t give a rat’s butt about him…. unless he gets a job and proves that he can support me like a REAL man who claims he’s Christian ought to. If he’s so Christian…it says in the Bible that the man is the head of the house hold…and should take care of his wife who should take care of her household. Not the other way around.
Readers, what do you think? The worse thing, in my book, he’s done, first is to curse God. You never, never do that. Yikes, that’s like putting a stake through your own heart. The next worst thing is bashing me like he’s doing just to get sympathy. Boohoo…. LIAR!! Why lie like that just to make people pity you? Why? Especially when it’s someone who has cared for you deeply? He’s done dug himself a deep hole and he’s going to bury himself in it. God’ll see to it, I’m sure. Ok…I’m done ranting. Whew. I feel better getting it out now.
By "stalling" and not telling him the truth and making him responsible, you continue to enable him. Give him something to think about while he spends the taxpayers money on his hospital room and medical testing.