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I’m single and I’m happy

October 4, 2012 // Posted in Home, Life, Love (Tags: , , ) |  No Comments

single and happy

One day I realized that I was doing it all. I did all the household work. I cooked, I cleaned, I did laundry, I paid the bills and I worked my ass off all day. He did nothing but complain and live off me for months. I can see being without a job for a week or two. But, god damn! Months? If you aren’t going to be working and bringing in the money, how about at the very least taking over the housework, cooking and laundry? It’s not fucking rocket science.

One day my sister just flat out asked me, why am I putting up with the crap? It was a moment of realization – I couldn’t think of a fucking answer that made any sense. So I went home, told him to get his shit packed up and be gone the next. He didn’t want to do it and we had a huge fight and I called the cops on his ass. Of course, that meant that he didn’t pack up his shit – I had to do it. typical.

But, I packed it, put it in a storage place and had his brother give him the key. I told him to tell the motherfucker to never come to my house again or I’d call the cops again. So far, that worked. And I’m happy being single again – half the work, half the expense and a whole lot more satisfying.