I am losing it.

 I really don't know how much more of this life I can take.  I feel as if I'm alone and everything is my responsibility.  First I have to pay for the car registration using the company's debit card.  Of course the husband can't do it since he refuses to do any computer stuff so it's up to me.  Then I notice the card expired 7/21.  I tell the husband who sits there looking at me with his mouth open as the wheels slowly grind in his head and then says the card is good until the end of the month.  Guess what.... NO!  Did we get the new card?  Mouth open, wheels grinding finally 'no'.  OK.  Do things for the business come to the PO Box or the old office address or to the home address where the business is now.  Mouth open, wheels grinding, more grinding till I'm told its the home address.  OK.

Now he claims that the company is his and he is the boss only I'm stuck calling Bank of America who ask me for some phone number.  Is it what used to be the office number, the fax number or his cell phone.  He has no idea.  Finally get through and am told it would be sent to the PO box.  A few hours later he finally gets to the PO box and no card.  So I get to call the bank AGAIN.  This time I get through faster but as I'm trying to talk to the woman on the line, he's talking to me.  Finally get it sorted and he complains that it may take 2 to 7 days for the card to come in.  Oh for God's sake.

Then I'm dealing with one of those cash back things where I was supposed to get a whole $2 off my purchase only I never completed it and so they took out $189 as well as walmart taking their $190.  So now am I getting 6 tubs of litter, 4 bras etc which is double of what I wanted but only 1 order and am out cash.  Meanwhile husband is sitting there staring at me with his mouth open,.  I swear I am going to super glue that damned mouth shut.

Yes I know he is getting older but he does nothing around the house.  It's July and the yard hasn't been mowed yet.  Recyclables are piling up.  That's al he needs to do but there he sits surrounded by 3 trays full of junk, not to mentions his flotsam and jetsam spread all over the bay window sill and then he complains that it's hard to move from his chair.  Get rid of two trays and look, you can walk.

We have an abandoned car to get rid of, just a phone call to have it towed.  A lightbulb at the front door to be replaced.  A tax form to be sent out so that COVID cash that was never received could be recovered.  But there he sits

All that is bad enough but he asked me if I was cold in the house.  I am always cold in the house.  Well, for once, so was he.  What does he do?  It's 100 plus degrees outside.  The AC is set to 75.  Does he push it up a notch to 76.  No.  He turns on the hear IN THE SUMMER.

As I said he's getting old but is only 72 not 172.  He needs to get off his ass and get something done around here.  I am tired of handling the business and anything that has to be done on the computer, including ordering groceries and necessities from Walmart etc, taking care of the animals and the house as best I could and I CAN NEVER GET AWAY FROM HIM because he doesn't allow me to go anywhere by myself, he has to drive me to TAKE CARE OF ME!!!!!!!!  Right.  I'm in the process of getting dentures and he bitches if an appoinment is earlier than 10 when I had to get up at 3:30 am and drive him to eye surgery when I could barely see myself and then schedule my cataract surgeries so late in the day that finding a vein was hard because I was so dehydrated.  And he complains about getting up before 10.  Hell.  He even get to go and eat at IHOP while I'm in the dentist chair.

I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE!!!!!

 Ah back at it.

Have a confession to make.  Not as nice as people think but cross me and all hell will break loose.

Had someone who called herself a friend.  I wasn't all that thrilled with her 'friendship' but felt sorry for her so I stuck it out.  Then she got weird, starting obsessing about something that wasn't obsessible.  She called the house, back when we had a land line and I never answered the phone because it was never for me.  Basement full of boys, playing video games, and she calls, they answer come upstairs to get me.  Conversation ends we hang up.  She calls again and again and again and the last time she calls she's told by some boy that I'm not there and, I think, she said he said she had the wrong number. 

So she brings it up to me.  I explain that I don't answer the phone so maybe one of the sons' friends got tired of answering the phone.  I apologized for it happening.  She brings it up again at another time when we were together in person.  I explain again and apologize and no sooner are the words out of my mouth, she brings it up again, saying I'm only making excuses because I don't want the sons to get in trouble.  Trouble with who (or is it whom?)?  The telephone police?  She knew I wasn't a phone person.  Hate talking on the phone and she calls me 5 times in an hour.

Moving on.  Then she gets a bee in her bonnet about something that never happened, dragging my husband into it and brought up the phone thing again coming right out and calling me a liar.  I may be many things but I DO NOT LIE.  Well that did it.  Then I get an email from someone I don't know asking me about nutjob.  I simply told them that she misremembers things, swears they are true and gets mad at you for what she misremembered.  Stranger says, yes she does that to me to and that was the last I heard of it.

Nutjob got worse.  Decided she was a life coach, she who desperately needed one and was offering her services on an email list.  I put out a word of warning and well.... nutjob went nuts.  She ranted in a long comment on this blog about things that had nothing to do with anything bringing up the phone and the thing about my husband again.  I only got that far, deleted the comment and blocked her.

BUT I WAS MAD.

I have gotten my revenge.  Slowly.  She had herself spread all over the internet and when I find a blog or a face book or a whatever, I read what she writes till her craziness starts again and she brings me up so I comment, always nicely, and she blocks me.  The latest is that she has a flicker account and I complimented her on a picture.  Something she made in Second Life with her supposedly all sexy and beautiful.  So what does she do?  She starts signing me up for all kind of email publications actually naming me in one as pigfacedgranny.  I love pigs.  Think they are adorable so am more amused than anything,  I sent her an email thanking her for it and the email publications and am waiting for her response.

Why am I still doing this.  You don't call me a liar.  You don't bring in something personal about my husband who was never anything but kind to her and her obsessive controlling husband.  Sure.  Smear me but not him and not the sons who were only tired of answering the damned phone.  She can call me all the names she wants but I kinda like pigfacedgranny so I win there as well.  Yes, I win.  I don't win often but this time I won.

Feels good to get that all out.  Anyone who reads this and knows me from way back when also knows of this person.  Just be grateful she's moved on from the Big List.  That is all.