I don't like hazelnut, unless it's in Nutella.
I am having quite a morning. The husband exited from our bedroom lair. He has been steadily escalating when it comes to my
vaping. I don't really know what to do about it, honestly. I try using my air purifier, I try to keep the fan on, if I know he is waking up soon I will open a door but honestly? He is just escalating over the whole scene and it's very irritating. He came out screaming "I smoke outside." He demanded I stop, covertly in that statement, and that has NEVER been on the table. I just looked at him, like "You are poop on my shoe," and thinking, "Yeah, you SMOKE outside, you don't even have an
insurance policy you don't even CARE what happens to ME if you die first and I lose your income which is not going to be pretty. For me."
Anyway, I got up and started moving all my
vape stuff to the bedroom. Then, in an attempt to move my filter which he had tied up with all this tape and saran wrap, I almost electrocuted myself (I was trying to cut it with scissors, which was probably unsmart. So then I had to turn off all the dang fuses in order to complete my task safely.
In the meantime, the husband, who appeared befuddled as to what was going on, (it is fairly rare he like, wakes my inner Russian Maven Gene) got screamed at right back when he was demanding what I was doing. I know it was more like a general "what are you doing" and frankly, he deserves what he got, things like, "I am obtaining this chair, which I need." I don't have anyplace else to be, and quite frankly he can move his damn bed into the living room and live vape free for all I care, because, well, it's not really fair. The only thing I can do is like, uh, move to a room of containment and this is all there is. Perhaps I can sleep on the couch in here, or perhaps I will join him in his solitude.
Then he came back in freaking out about the dog having fallen over and needing a vet . This is because he tried to freeze the wart off the dog yesterday and it's having trouble moving around. I would have helped normally but to be quite honest, the best thing I can do is sequester myself. The door is locked, and he can find a vet. If it doesn't happen in time (I must say the likelihood of finding a nearby emergency vet open is kind of low, they all like, uh, are closed. Mainly why the wart has been being treated at home.) I mean, I'm sorry.... I just looked at him silently and went, "Deal with it" mentally. I went in the bedroom and locked the door and I will exit when like, I need stuff.
I'm sorry but I'm tired of it. This was never a deal, but it's a lot easier to be "outdoors-ish" in Tucson I guess, and this apartment is small and has too much stuff in it. It's fairly annoying although I suppose I am glad I did not electrocute myself. Also, he gets 10 hours of vape free-ness most days due to my work.
I just... I can't deal with it. I really can't.`
Anna
Well he found one. I am still like, sequestered in the bedroom. I'm glad the dog is not gonna die I guess.
