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deathpixie) wrote2001-11-20 09:51 pm
deathpixie) wrote2001-11-20 09:51 pm
Back in the parental nest.
Yep, I'm at mum and dad's place, having just had some excellent pizza - Pizza Quest is Over! - and feeling rather sleepy and fuzzy as a result. That and the two beers I had earlier. And the long day in court. Paula got sent home sick, so I had to sit until we were finished with the list, which was about 4.30pm. I got out of the building by about 4.45pm. Good thing Dad was running later than Mu had estimated, as I had time to throw some comics and CDs and books in a box and grab my bathroom stuff. And boot BRM off the Book. I wish he'd asked before downloading job stuff to here - Tosh is perfectably usuable, and is hooked up to a printer. Buggered if I know why I have to have a folder for his stuff on what is soley my computer.
*grins* Yes, I'm terribly possessive of my Book. Mine, I tell you! Mine! No-one touches my baby! *chuckles* Just joking. The chosen few are allowed to play. :)
Tomorrow's looking better work-wise - we had a contested matter settle this afternoon, too late to fill the list. Such a shame, not. I'm sick of over-loaded court lists, and the pile of crap on my desk demanding attention - since the other two have been too busy to do it - needs to be addressed before it becomes and Health and Occupational Safety issue.
BRM was kind of weird about me coming here. He couldn't understand why it was necessary for me to live here for the next month when we're only fiftenn minutes' walk away. I told him it was because my mum's garden is that demanding - it needs several hours to water all of it on the sprinkler system - and that they prefer to have a presence in the house while they're away to deter burglars. I mentioned off-hand that it would be good for us to get used to living alone, and that it'd save us driving each other nuts on the weekend. I didn't mention that at the time this was decided, I was inches away from throttling him and burying him in small pieces about the lawn. This was back in August-September, when he was being such a prick about Canada and my net-friends and my life in general.
I felt a bit mean, actually. He seemed... lost. But I reminded myself that he's left me alone in the house for days on end, and never bothered to ask if I would be okay. Sometimes it seems he wants his cake and to eat it too, to have the freedom to date other women - read that as "have sex with" - but still have good ol' reliable Jo there to make sure the bills get paid and food is prepared and to talk to when he feels like it. Well, good ol' reliable Jo is getting jack of people making demands on her all the time, especially ones that involve me putting myself out in a major way with no thanks, or even a sign that my actions have been noticed. So GrumpyBum is just going to have to cope on his own for a while. After all, he needs to get the practice, if he's going to be teaching somewhere next year.
This time next week I'll have one more day of work before AussieCon. This is a good thought to have. :)
Bed now - I didn't sleep that well last night, too many strange dreams. And no, I'm not telling you what they were on the grounds they will incriminate me. *grins*
*hugs* to Birthday Girl CynJen and to IceBloke.
*grins* Yes, I'm terribly possessive of my Book. Mine, I tell you! Mine! No-one touches my baby! *chuckles* Just joking. The chosen few are allowed to play. :)
Tomorrow's looking better work-wise - we had a contested matter settle this afternoon, too late to fill the list. Such a shame, not. I'm sick of over-loaded court lists, and the pile of crap on my desk demanding attention - since the other two have been too busy to do it - needs to be addressed before it becomes and Health and Occupational Safety issue.
BRM was kind of weird about me coming here. He couldn't understand why it was necessary for me to live here for the next month when we're only fiftenn minutes' walk away. I told him it was because my mum's garden is that demanding - it needs several hours to water all of it on the sprinkler system - and that they prefer to have a presence in the house while they're away to deter burglars. I mentioned off-hand that it would be good for us to get used to living alone, and that it'd save us driving each other nuts on the weekend. I didn't mention that at the time this was decided, I was inches away from throttling him and burying him in small pieces about the lawn. This was back in August-September, when he was being such a prick about Canada and my net-friends and my life in general.
I felt a bit mean, actually. He seemed... lost. But I reminded myself that he's left me alone in the house for days on end, and never bothered to ask if I would be okay. Sometimes it seems he wants his cake and to eat it too, to have the freedom to date other women - read that as "have sex with" - but still have good ol' reliable Jo there to make sure the bills get paid and food is prepared and to talk to when he feels like it. Well, good ol' reliable Jo is getting jack of people making demands on her all the time, especially ones that involve me putting myself out in a major way with no thanks, or even a sign that my actions have been noticed. So GrumpyBum is just going to have to cope on his own for a while. After all, he needs to get the practice, if he's going to be teaching somewhere next year.
This time next week I'll have one more day of work before AussieCon. This is a good thought to have. :)
Bed now - I didn't sleep that well last night, too many strange dreams. And no, I'm not telling you what they were on the grounds they will incriminate me. *grins*
*hugs* to Birthday Girl CynJen and to IceBloke.
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Thank you :)
And, why shouldn't you be selfish about your Book? It is yours :) And it's...got all your stuff in it. I get terribly jittery when people touch my 'puter. Have to keep looking over their shoulder to check they're not fiddling with anything except what they've specifically said they want to do :)
Out of pockets
You are going to be fine on your own; I know you are. He's the one who needs the practice for it. This is a good thing that you're doing. *hugs* Enjoy that wonderful house to yourself, and say hi to everyone at Aussie Con for me!
Re: Out of pockets
That's it exactly, I think - he's realised that he will be alone next year, and it's scaring the crap out of him. And part of me is sympathetic, really it is, because when it's all said and done, I still do care about him, deep down, despite my venting here. But mostly I don't really care that much. Because this is the way he wanted it, and this is how it's going to be from now on. That knowledge is hitting home, and he's regretting it, I think. But nothing, nothing he could do or say would make me want to get back with him. The hurt's been too much.
Besides, I'm starting to enjoy this independent gal thing. :)