smrisme

Dreading this weekend. Dreading “father’s day” hmmmph… he’s no father to these kids. He doesn’t want to be bothered with them 80% of the time and the other 20% he’s busy yelling at them. I’m all for providing structure and discipline to set examples for children, but he is overboard with it. They are just KIDS! They make mistakes, get over it. I try and stick up for them and remind him they are just kids, but then I’m told to shut the fuck up, and I’m called the enabler, etc.

So I get to play the nice wife all weekend. Okay, maybe not ALL weekend, but on Sunday at least. He already said he has no interest in leaving the house since it is going to be well over 100 degrees here. That’s fine with me. At least I don’t have to buy him dinner a restaurant! I am sure I will cook something. I already bought him cards from the kids. I’ll stop sometime Saturday and get him exactly what he got me, a $25 gift card for Itunes.

He will be shocked and disappointed since I ALWAYS give him waaaay more than he gives me for any occasion. (like the $1,000.00 trip to DallasI gave him for our 10^th anniversary and I didn’t even get a fucking card!) But the days of spending money and effort on him are LONG gone. I’d rather spend money on my own one-way ticket to HELL then drop money on a gift for him.

I’ll try and see if I can spend some time with my own dad, although, he will likely be busy with his “other” family and I’m sure they already have plans together.

I have a headache just thinking about all the fakeness that will surround Father’s day. GAG!