Sunday, May 13, 2007

Credit cards - evil evil objects

Credit cards are shite. Credit cards are how you discover your husband has been lying to you for a year.

"Right those are cleared Paul. Dont spend on them. You spend on them I will kill you. No seriously"
"Aye okay"

fast forward a year. Constant reassurances that its "not much more than a grand"

Constant reassurances are shit because it is more than a grand. Much more.

I hate being lied to. Seriously. So cue one big raging fight. Today I feel shit. Drained, knackered and most of all really low. I dont like fighting with him.

Mostly me ranting and screaming like a fucking harpy, and realisng all the while that I sound horrid, I hate myself when Im like that. Does he retaliate? argue back? No. "Im sorry I've let you down". Which leaves me feeling worse about the way Im shouting at him, which leaves me transferring my anger into shouting at him more.

So still raging, at myself and him. Raging because all the auld merrit women in work have been giving it "You let him spend how much each month on his own?!? Oh thats daft"
me giving it "No. No credit card spending, bar a small balance and he has £400 a month to spend on whatever he likes"
"It'll end in tears you know. You need to take his wages off him and give him pocket money like we *collective motion* do"
"He's not a child he's a grown man"
"Men need to be treated like children. This'll end in tears hen"

And end in tears it has.

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