perfect handle if you ask me. 3 mornings ago I found that Steve had spent his night signing up and looking around on I was angry to put it mildly. To me, this is even worse than porn sites. Those are in your face sex and he looks and comes upstairs. That was what do you like, list your interests, here I am, look at me…he is the most inept computer person in the world but he fiddled around enough to get his FB picture loaded and a profile filled in. I swear to god I was mad enough to hit him. He spent the day making me feel that I had hurt his feelings and he was just mad and it came up and he just filled it in. I decided to let it go. I love this man. We made love Thursday and I thought he was going to go in and cancel it and that was that. Then I got up this morning and he’d retrieved his password, and looked at over 70 profiles on our old slow machine. I was so mad. I didn’t give him a break at all. I told him to get his ass up and get it canceled or his ass would be a great lonely homeless catch all by itself. He started fiddling around acting like he couldn’t find his ass from a hole in the ground – I said here, let me make it easy for you. History, day, Friday,, forgot password and I walked away. I swear to god if he’d kept playing stupid I might have stabbed him with a knitting needle. He went to the site FAQ and started reading and I reached around him and said you damned well better click the most direct links. I think it’s handled except that now his email will be littered with match dot com women faces along the side bar forevermore. I told him I think if he does this kind of shit again, I’ll let his ‘great-catch-of-an-ass’ go on out and find himself a new match. I’m really tired of giving up life while he learns his lessons and hanging in as his wife when he didn’t want me in the first place. I’m tired. I’m really tired.


About Morning Knits

I believe in and practice positive living. I love YARN, music, bird watching, history, gemstones, and gardening. I am passionate about the Earth. I am a true homebody. I've said I was Pagan for years to separate myself from a churchy upbringing and judgmental family that left me outside of its bounds. I believe it's our responsibility to tend and protect the Earth. I basically do my thing in a quiet, amused way. I believe in the power of my own hands, the energy of combined prayer, and caring for the earth. I attend a Kingdom focused non denominational Christian Church. I have 6 kids, all home-born and successfully breastfed. The oldest 5 are grown. The youngest is attending Community College and living at home. I'm the oldest of 9, daughter of a missionary mother who lives in Kenya, married to the son of a preacher, with 4 spoiled dogs and and a rescued kitten. Right now, there is small balance after yrs of unemployment. My disability was approved due to degenerative discs, fibromyalgia, and obesity. That last is hard to say. I believe we owe it to ourselves to protect our mental health. It's precious and the one thing we can control. I dislike my own housework and I talk too much. I bought a house in North Carolina and after trying to get my husband here for 6 months, he had a stroke. I'm a two-time caregiver. Steve's got hemiparesis and depression and is learning to walk and trying to use his right side again. It's slow go.
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2 Responses to jellohead

  1. bicky says:

    oh i so completely understand your frustration. i love you.

  2. Beth Bianchi says:

    This makes me sooooo freaking angry!!! I was already pissed about Bicky’s hubby. Men are so stupid! They think they are still 25 and can get anyone, when they would just end up living out their lives alone with carpal tunnel in one wrist! I love you too sweetheart! ❤

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