Piss Poor People
There's no if, ands, or buts about it. Something has got to change. Wyspurr and I have fought more in the last two months than the last two years. Everything is fine when we're out. Everything was fine when we were on vacation. As long as it's just her and me or us and the kids we're happy and don't let our troubles get to us. However, while I was working at Dark Horse we almost never saw each other and we're in super-stress mode what little we did see each other which lead to a lot of temper flare ups on both of our parts. Then I quit and we went on vacation and everything was sunshine and happiness. Then we got home and there were three people crashing in our little 800 square foot apartment and nearly instantly we were back to square one in the miserableness department. One problem after another has developed, like our air conditioner dripping on the inside of our livingroom necessitating us to go without air conditioned for a few very hot days, our livingroom space being cut in half the maintanence man cutting almost half the carpet in the livingroom out and forcing is to move the couch to the middle of the livingroom rather than staying against the wall, and not being able to keep anything to eat in the house because it will vanish in a day. Wyspurr and I have only been having sex about once a week, which is always a horrible sign in our relationship, and I don't even have the privacy in my own home to masturbate in peace and solitude. Frequent orgasms are key to my being able to keep a positive mindset in any situation...so I've been feeling pretty fucking negative lately.
The aggravation has been endless and my way of dealing with it has been to wall it off while at home and vent to my friends when I can. Wyspurr's way of dealing with it has mostly been to be in perma-bitch mode, mostly aimed at me and for nothing that I've actually done. Seriously. She bitches at me about the weather as though I can do something about it. She's constantly angry and constantly takes it out on me. This has only been in the last few weeks, but it has been progressively chipping away at my patience and I've been at the point lately that I don't even have a fuse anymore. Step too loudly in my vicinity and I'll blow these last few days.
This is unacceptable. I need to get my temper back under control. Wyspurr needs to manage her anger better and stop distorting the truth. These people need to get out of my apartment so that it can be our home again. We need to have space to breathe and relax and stretch out so we can unwind now and then rather than getting tighter and tighter until we snap. These past few days have shown us at our absolute worst. Hell, Wyspurr hasn't even showered since Saturday. We're living like subhumans. I look at what we've become this month and am truly disgusted...especially with myself.
There's no if, ands, or buts about it. Something has got to change. Wyspurr and I have fought more in the last two months than the last two years. Everything is fine when we're out. Everything was fine when we were on vacation. As long as it's just her and me or us and the kids we're happy and don't let our troubles get to us. However, while I was working at Dark Horse we almost never saw each other and we're in super-stress mode what little we did see each other which lead to a lot of temper flare ups on both of our parts. Then I quit and we went on vacation and everything was sunshine and happiness. Then we got home and there were three people crashing in our little 800 square foot apartment and nearly instantly we were back to square one in the miserableness department. One problem after another has developed, like our air conditioner dripping on the inside of our livingroom necessitating us to go without air conditioned for a few very hot days, our livingroom space being cut in half the maintanence man cutting almost half the carpet in the livingroom out and forcing is to move the couch to the middle of the livingroom rather than staying against the wall, and not being able to keep anything to eat in the house because it will vanish in a day. Wyspurr and I have only been having sex about once a week, which is always a horrible sign in our relationship, and I don't even have the privacy in my own home to masturbate in peace and solitude. Frequent orgasms are key to my being able to keep a positive mindset in any situation...so I've been feeling pretty fucking negative lately.
The aggravation has been endless and my way of dealing with it has been to wall it off while at home and vent to my friends when I can. Wyspurr's way of dealing with it has mostly been to be in perma-bitch mode, mostly aimed at me and for nothing that I've actually done. Seriously. She bitches at me about the weather as though I can do something about it. She's constantly angry and constantly takes it out on me. This has only been in the last few weeks, but it has been progressively chipping away at my patience and I've been at the point lately that I don't even have a fuse anymore. Step too loudly in my vicinity and I'll blow these last few days.
This is unacceptable. I need to get my temper back under control. Wyspurr needs to manage her anger better and stop distorting the truth. These people need to get out of my apartment so that it can be our home again. We need to have space to breathe and relax and stretch out so we can unwind now and then rather than getting tighter and tighter until we snap. These past few days have shown us at our absolute worst. Hell, Wyspurr hasn't even showered since Saturday. We're living like subhumans. I look at what we've become this month and am truly disgusted...especially with myself.
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I would also approach them about it before they get the check so they can't pull the "I already spent it"
I know it's a nice thing, and that's your way....but enough is enough for those particular roomates who are putting a strain on you and yours.
Use your kids as bait if you have to, no one can really turn down the welfare of a child for this situation I would think.