Saturday, December 22, 2012

~* Entitled? *~

This is a word that has been thrown around my unhappy home a lot lately. He seems to think I feel entitled to things, and I feel that he thinks he is entitled to things. I don't know who's right or wrong, but it has caused a bunch of arguments and more awkward tension.

So, I'm moving out in about 2 weeks, sometime in the first week of January. I haven't been bitchy about demanding money or anything. He offered to give me some money for my sofa, since his junk is all over it in the garage. But he doesn't have that money yet. He told me I can keep the entire tax return when we file. But he doesn't have that money yet. He told me that if he gets a roommate, I can have the BAH that he would have to give me anyway. But he doesn't have that money yet. And I haven't pushed for any of it, except a little bit for food. Wow, you'd have thought I was trying to pack up his penis and take it with me.

Ok, here's my opinion on this. I didn't even have a job when we got married, so he knew he would be the moneymaker, and that it would fall on him to support me financially. Forturnately, I have been working pretty steadily since then. Unfortunately, I don't make much money. He gets $1300 every month just because he is married. All I'm asking for is enough of that to feed myself. Not really any more than what gets spent to feed me now, actually. He thinks I feel "entitled" to this, but he says he can't afford it. Well...I am entitled to it, right? I could be a total bitch and get all lawyered-up and take half of that BAH every single month for the next twelve months and not care if he can pay his bills or not. But I'm not doing that. Besides...if it weren't for me, he wouldn't even be getting that extra money at all. So, no, I don't think I'm being unreasonable at all. And yes, I do feel a little entitled to just a little bit. This marriage didn't go down the tubes solely because of me, and I shouldn't be punished for it.

Ok, that's my vent.

Friday, December 21, 2012

~* Big Changes Ahead *~

2013 is already intriguing.

I'm going into the New Year on my own. My heels are going one way, while his parade boots go another.

My baby brother is moving to the Windy City to move on up the corporate ladder, one rung closer to his dream.

My dad is finally making the retirement trip south, to stay with my older brother in Florida.

We survived the apocalypse. What's next?
" Don't place your better days in the future."