My First Rant

I am really looking forward to going to Brighton tomorrow to discuss my history with the Mormon church. I told my husband about a month ago about this and how important it is to me, but why is it always me that has to make concessions? I know he needs the van for work, but none of my suggestions are good enough. We can't afford to rent a car for me right now because we can't afford spit right now. That's another whole blog! My suggestion was that he could go with Terry in the morning and I could take the van. I would then go to where he is working in Brighton and wait for him. He's been home every night by 5:00 or 5:30 so far, but guess what. TOMORROW is the day that he "might" work late, so that wouldn't work. Of course it wouldn't. It was my suggestion and might make things easier for me. When he asked me what was bugging me this morning, I told him but asked him to just listen; hopefully that he might see my side of something. Apparently he can't do that and blew up! As always! And he wonders why I don't tell him anything. DUH! I am tired of being screamed at and sworn at. I am so tired of it.
So I got on my bike and came to work. That means that I'm riding my bike home after work around 8:00 tonight too so let's hope the rain holds off until after that. Otherwise I'm getting wet and I really don't care. I'll have a warm bath when I get home. I just don't want to talk to him when I get home.
My friend Sharon VanEssen is taking tomorrow afternoon off work so she can take me to Brighton so I don't need his stupid van. It is HIS van anyway because I've been taking my bike to work since the weather has been good. I don't need him. He refuses to put my name on the ownership anyway - a blog for another time. He is going to die a lonely old man with his van and his boat. I hope he'll be happy.