I couldn't hate this place anymore if I tried.
The streets reek of garbage and gasoline, and the traffic drowns out the sound of my thoughts 24/7. I'm not the only one, evidently; I can't walk from the laundromat to my apartment building(which is exactly three feet, thanks) without either getting run over or flipped off, if not some lovely combination of the two.
Charlie says we should cut our losses and 'use whatever money we have now to get the hell out of that rat trap' (his words, not mine). I agree completely. College can wait a year or two, but a decent shower can't; he even offered to let us live with him for awhile.
I'm seriously considering it. Not just because of this so tactfully dubbed 'rat-trap' is beginning to drive me insane, but because I actually miss my dad...and, inexplicably, his cooking. It's a sad fact, but after six plus months of ramen, I'd settle for anything.
So all in all?
Bailing sounds like a good plan to me.
The problem?
Edward. Freaking. Cullen.
I realize, technically speaking, that I brought this on myself; I did marry the stupid, proud little buffoon. And yeah, I love him to pieces, but oh, lord almighty, I had no idea he was going to turn out to be the woman in this relationship.
Really; how hard can it possibly be to operate without the proverbial silver spoon (at this point, I'm thinking it must have been a freaking ladle) he was born with, stuck all the way up where the sun don't shine?
I'm his wife, for god's sake, not his mother.
It's pathetic.
It really, truly is.
Sigh. The man (cough-boy-cough) is being ridiculous. If he doesn't have time to work because of his precious internship, would it kill him to clean? Get groceries? FEED THE FISH?
Nemo is going die a slow, painful death. I can already tell.
Even before we became so fund-deficit, he didn't carry his weight.
Again, sigh. I probably don't mean half of this (I really do think Nemo is going to buy the farm, though. The poor little thing).
I knew this would be hard, and it is; I can deal with that. But it should not feel like I'm dealing on my own. I did not sign up for that.
Back to job hunting.
