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11:00 a.m. - Tuesday, Jun. 08, 2004 I like what Tracy said: It's true. It's enough to make you take your updating abilities and go to Diary X or Livejournal. Atleast they seem to be up and running half the time. I have been trying desperately to get here and write. Not just because of Diaryland being a pain, but because I can't seen to get out from under L's nose long enough to write. If it isn't that, then it's Jesse not wanting to go to bed and by the time I finally DO get her in bed, I'm exhausted. I guess I have said before that I am a fan of the saying that goes, "If you're going to gripe about it, then don't do it in the first place." Well, I was talking to Mom on the phone Saturday night about things and I wanted to see how her trip to Virginia was on Friday. L started some drama on Thursday as he is so good at doing these days and had called my Mom. I had called her and in the middle of my hysterics (after she told me he had called), she offered to come down and get Jesse so me and L could hash this stuff out for the gajillionth time. It was late. Like after 9 when I talked to her. I knew Jeff had to go to work the next morning. I knew she was going to Virginia. But, she offered and I jumped at the chance because I'm an idiot and I wanted to give it one last go. So, anyway, we're talking and she makes the comment about how she can't be coming down here in the middle of the night all the time. It was 12:30 when they got here and 4 by the time they got home. I knew I was taking them up on a lot, I know my mom has problems with her Jeep (they had to go and borrow my grandma's car). I just said, "I know." Never mind that this is the ONLY time they have come down here in the middle of the night. Never mind that while I know I am not perfect, L started the shit that made my mom feel compelled to helo me out. Whatever. We spent Friday-Sunday doing this half assed talking thing and nothing real to show for it other than L suggesting that we make a chore list and stick to it. I refused because I have tried to split chores with him in the past and I know how it works. He might stick to his end for a week and then I have this humongous workload because he is seriously slacking off. He's leaving it all to me. But this isn't just about chores. This isn't just about money. It's about how he won't cut the cord from his family. I think it was Sunday that we were going out to go grocery shopping. He said that he needed to go somewhere and cash his paycheck because he hadn't done it yet. (He got paid on Thursday and I wondered what it was that was keeping him from doing that, but didn't think too much of it) There's a store up the road that would cash it. So, we went there first. Went in to get drinks and snacks. There was someone at the checkout ahead of us, so I stood there talking to him while we waited. Come our turn, he goes to pay for our things and he hands the girl a check. I get to looking and it's a signed check that his grandma had written him for $300. I'm disgusted. He hands me $50 and we're on our way out the door. I never said a word all day. He takes me out to eat Chinese and then just says that he has to pay bills and put has in his car with what he has left of that. So, yesterday, Mom had to meet a client in town and we met her to get Jesse. We went to Target an looked around. He bought a crossword book and 13 Ghosts on DVD. He has been getting nerve and blood pressure pills from his doctor (scamming free samples) and he needed a refill, so we went and got those. Our satellite has been knocked out off and on since the big storm we had last week and Direct TV was finally coming to fix it. We had to go home and wait on them. After that was said and done, we loaded Jesse up and went out to buy some food and stuff. So, when we came back, it looks as though the yard has been mowed. Well, guess who has mowed it?? Dear. Old. Dad. He calls him and thanks him repeatedly for mowing the yard but he wasn't expecting him to. Bull. Hockey. I still intend to leave, no doubt. I am just sick and tired of this all. It's OLD. I'm just waiting to get the car back (apparently the taxes had been paid after all-despite the fact that he had told my Mom that they weren't) get the insurance and inspection taken care of. And last, but not least, order my new plates that will a little something like this:  So I can go to Summers County, talk to the lawyer, come back here and do what I need to do to just get the hell out of this. I'm still working on a plan of action and so far my only part of the plan is to act as though it's all ok. I'm on Wellbutrin now. Been on it for 2 days and while I am not thrilled that I feel as though I have been coheresed into taking it, I may as well because apparently it is the only way that not only Mom and Jeff, but anyone can tolerate me. On that note, I leave you with a sarcastic and bitter Heh. Happy Tuesday to the rest of you.
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