March 3, 2010

Yeah, so it ain’t gonna work with him.  Seems that all we do is fuss and fight, especially when we’re drinking.  He has absolutely no sense of financial responsibility either.  I mean, granted, I don’t have much, but I’m trying.  With him, he gets his check and it’s freakin party time til the money’s gone, leaving a week to get through with nothing for gas or food.  I am really trying hard to become more financially responsible, but he makes it almost impossible to do so when he looks at me, smiles and says, “Baby, let’s go find beer-thirty.”

So now what?  Move out? Make him move out?  Either way, he’s fucked since he has no car and no money.  Why do I care?  Because I love him….

Dammit!

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