Mortgaging My Soul, Once Again

So I bit the bullet today and I bought Mike’s Christmas present.  He’s always so damned hard to buy for because he never wants anything.

Except for love and affection.

And we ALL know that I will never do that.  Neva!

Amen.

But, anyways, one of his favorite movies is Steel Magnolias.  So I noticed in the mail the other month that, in January, one of the local theaters is doing the play.  And it’s one of those nice ones where they have supper beforehand and then the lovely showing.  So, I got two tickets for that and also two nights in a penthouse.  I felt guilty about spending all of that money, all in all it was a wee over $400 bucks.  However, I’m rationalizing it because I’ll also use this as his Christmas gift *AND* also our 5 year anniversary present, which is in January.

He’ll be tickled, I know he will be.

*does a dance*

I love it when I think of the perfect gift without people’s suggestions 

So Sayeth The Lord.

Amen.

Ugh, I really hate Mike’s family sometimes.

So, I asked him, yet AGAIN, about what he wants to do about my family and florida.  He gets one week off for vacation and I have two weeks scheduled for this coming year.  One week to go to Virginia Beach with my best friend Melissa and one week to go with my parents to Orlando, Florida.  So, I asked him about this yet again for the HUNDREDTH time and yet he still can’t answer me what vacation he wants to go on.  I then asked him about Christmas Eve at my Grandma and Grandpa Pond’s place (they typically have a Christmas Eve thingy and then also a Christmas Afternoon luncheon.  The Christmas Eve is the informal whoever can come comes and the Christmas Afternoon *EVERYONE* goes to).  So, he didn’t know, as his family never tells him anything about what’s going on with the holidays.  So, he calls them this evening and, I swear to God, if I heard the phone conversation I would have killed his whole family with the flick of my wrists.

Boom.  All Dead.

Now, before I go into this, they’ve *ALWAYS* done Christmas the Sunday after Christmas for as long as I’ve been with Mike, which is 5 years.  So, going with tradition, I assumed that they would be doing it this year as well.

So, Mike gets off the phone and tells me that he can go Christmas Eve.  He then mentions that they are having their Christmas celebration on Christmas.

Then the punch line:

“Because that’s the best time for everyone to get together.”

Stop.  Wait a fucking second.

When did everyone not include us?  Since Mike was never even CONSULTED about a time/date, apparently we don’t fucking matter.

And of course this means that we have to spend Christmas separated, which really fucking pisses me off.  He’ll be able to go over to my parents for Christmas morning but he wont’ be able to come over to my grandparents for the big Christmas shing-ding.

Fucking Cunts.

I mean, for it to work out best for everyone except us but, because we’re in the minority, they have to do it anyways then, that’s fine.   But to not even ASK or INFORM us that there was even a vote going on???  I’m fucking pissed.

And then Mike had the gull to ask me, “So I’m assuming that I’ll be going to my parent’s alone?”

Yea, and you may be packing up your shit and moving there too, bitch.

So then, as I’m unleashing my inner bitch and waving it high with pride, he asked me, “Well, what do you want me to do?”

What I WANT you to do is to tell your family that they’re inconsiderate bastards and that, due to not even asking us, you’re make me to spend the majority of Christmas alone you cunts.  However, because I’m the NICE one, I told him, “Well apparently there’s nothing that can be done, I would just like to be able to spend Christmas with you.”

God damn it.  Christmas is supposed to be about family, not spending it alone.

Fuckers.

I can’t tell him to stay home instead of going over there as that’s completely selfish and also because he rarely sees his family as they’re 2 hours away.  I just wish that they realize that, strangely enough, we’re affected by their plans and I would rather not spend Christmas laying on the couch, touching my dog Zoie inappropriately because Mike isn’t here to touch. 

So yesterday evening I didn’t do my usual posting (because I’m sure you’re wondering!) because I was working until around 9:30PM.  And, frankly, my eyes were bugging out of my head from staring at the computer screen for so damned long.  I worked at the office until 5:30, then went over to my brother and sister-in-law’s house to take freaking *HUGE* tables into their basement because of our Sullivan Holiday Gathering Whatever Thingy that we’re having this Saturday.  So after all of that I get home and try to talk to Mike but he’s being unresponsive (we’ll get to that in a minute) so I go into the “Orange Room” and work until 9:30 for some rollover policies (I would take a moment and explain what those are, but I know you don’t care; I hardly care *laughs*).  So, as I mentioned before, my eyes were bugging out so I decided that I deserved some couch time; and so it came to pass.

Now, about the Mike thing.  He’s been really weird towards me the past couple of days.  Well, maybe not just towards me, I don’t know.  He just seems like he doesn’t even care anymore and it’s bothering me.  He’s just in this “I don’t really care” mood.  Like yesterday he didn’t tell me that he loved me, just lounged all blah on the couch watching tv, and then went to bed without really saying 2 words to me.  And today wasn’t any better.  I tried to make conversation with him when I got home from work, being all happy and chipper (and you KNOW how trying that is for me…) and it was like pulling teeth out of his head to get him to talk to me.  So, after supper I got tired of trying and worked out for about an hour on the Gazelle (it’s a ski-type machine…the DVDs have Tony Little…*screams silently in his head*) while watching a couple DVR’d TV shows, then went over to Melissa’s to have our Grey’s Anatomy Thursday viewing, which was fabulous as always!

It just worries me when he gets like this.  And I think it worries me most because he doesn’t shower me with affection like he normally does.  Normally he’s all huggy and kissy and touchy…and I’m really anti-feelings and all of that.  But, damn it, now that it’s taken away, I’m not feeling loved anymore :p  Sure, it’s trite and stupid, I realize that.  But, damn it, love me ’cause I’m pretty and I deserve it, bitch! 

So I believe that a sound thrashing is in order.  And I’m sure that you all are more experienced then I at beating your significant other.  So, I have to ask, how can you beat them so that they’ll do what you want without a) leaving you and b) leaving marks so they won’t have proof for the cops when they show up?  Please leave your inspirational answers in the comments please so that you may spread your wisdom with me and others!

I mean, the only beatings I give leave marks…but the guys never complain :)