Ro-ro's rants: March 2009

Monday, 30 March 2009

Very interesting!

I went to DeathClock.com a while ago, and put in BIFF's details, and it said that he was going to die on 21-August-2009 (Yay! Not long to go!) - I did mine too, so that I could have an "I'm still alive party" (16th May 2015)

I put the appointments in my Microsoft Outlook so I didn't forget about them.

Recently, I went back, and tried to replicate BIFF's DeathDay and freaked myself out a little... see screen shots...

The thing that freaked me out more was that on Halloween several years ago, BIFF took an deliberate overdose. I can never remember without checking whether it was 1996 or 1997... so when I saw that, it started me on the "OMG, what if...?" path!

Maybe he wasn't destined to survive the O/D? Maybe his destiny was to have died that night & because I found him and called the ambulance, I messed with his destiny.

Maybe my life is so crap now because I interfered with what was supposed to happen?

Ah, I checked... it was 1996.... so its not the destiny thing.... still being a widow would be nice!

BIFF thinks that 15yo autistic son is the cause of a lot of problems in our relationship. Admittedly, having a disabled son makes life more complicated, but...

What I haven't yet told BIFF is that he's got it completely the wrong way round.

If BIFF didn't treat 15yo so badly, I wouldn't think so little of BIFF.

I can't respect someone who can throw disability related insults at a child. I repeatedly tell BIFF he shouldn't say that 15yo is thick, or say he's stupid, or say that he's acting like a spaz.

It's insulting enough for an adult to say those things to a "normal" adult, and its horrible to say them to a normal child, but to say them to a disabled child is unforgivable.

Even saying it about a child isn't good, let alone actually saying it *to* the child like BIFF does.

After...

This is how I like my kitchen to look most of the time. It's a bit messy, and not obsessively tidy. It's a well used, family kitchen. I worked damned hard to get it so tidy.

Actually - what you can't see in any of these pictures is that the ceiling was pulled down as part of the kitchen refurbishment in December 2003. (Or possibly 2004 - can't remember off-hand) - and in order to save money, BIFF said that he would do the new ceiling, and the walls above the "splashbacks" - needless to say - all this time later, I still have no ceiling and walls with the wallpaper ripped off.

How can I sell a house in this condition?

Maybe this is why he's done it? So that he knows I'm stuck here, because without selling this house, I can't afford to live anywhere else.

Anyway - That's how I like to have my kitchen. Not like the pics below, which is how he keeps the kitchen.

If we're role-reversed, and I work and he's the "house-wife" then keeping the kitchen tidy is his job. But then again, so is buying the kids' clothes, and shoes, and school uniforms. So is sewing name tapes in to the kids clothes when they're going on camp. So is cleaning the bathroom....

I'll stop now, before I give myself a stroke through raised blood presure!