my life, my pace

I’m really tired.  We repeated our experiment from yesterday to confirm that my treatment agent is in fact…how do we put it now…toxic.  And confirm it we did.  Then I come home tired and hungry (I usually don’t have time to eat at all on my experiment days) to have my husband decide that he wants us to go out to eat again with his friend who lives behind us.  I tell him that I look and feel like crap so I don’t want to go out and that we’ve been eating out way too much when we have plenty of food at home.  And what does he do?  He calls his friend up and arranges for us to go out anyway.  Then I get mad at him for what he did and we argued.  Then we decided to leave since his friend was waiting.  And I was really tired and grumpy.  So I didn’t grab my keys.  Since you know, my husband was going to drive.  You can probably guess what happened next.  He gets into the car and then gets back out because he doesn’t have his keys either.  And of course, he locked the door behind him as we left.  So he locked us out of our house again.  After the last two times, I always made sure to have my keys because I knew better.  The one time I was too tired to be all careful, it bites me in the ass.  But this incident also made me realize that my husband is way too dependent on me.  I do everything.  He’s a half-assed kind of guy (trust me, this didn’t come out until after we got married) and doesn’t believe in that whole “an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure” philosophy.  So because of his laziness, I take care of all of the “being careful.”   He even goes so far as to assume that he can depend on me to help him with all of his prerequisites for med school as well as that whole getting-into-med-school part.  Instead of reading his book or referring to his lecture notes, when he has a question about something, he’ll just ask me as if I’m his personal TA.  When he needs to write a lab report or an essay, he half-asses them as fast as he can and hands them to me, assuming that I’ll just make them all better for him.

And I’m damn tired of it.  I didn’t get married so that I could be someone’s personal crutch. So my song for this week is Matchbox Twenty - Crutch.

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