I’m really tired of Corey harping on Mercedes. It just really seems excessive. Every time she wants to do something, it seems, he’s nagging her about something. Yes, I understand that certain conditions need to be met in order for certain things to happen. And yes, I don’t think that she needs to be cramming junk food in her mouth all the time. I’m not saying let her run wild and destroy her health, in fact, I’m the last one to bring crap into the house. But sometimes, it’s okay to let her have real food after she’s had junk for a snack. And honestly, if the man has a complaint about it, he really ought to examine his own eating habits.
Which brings me to the, well, for lack of a better term, issue we had today. Mercedes and Alex had some Spaghettios, and my dad brought home Subway for lunch. Corey says, “You’re eating AGAIN?” And I told him that I’d told HER that it was fine, God knows how filling Spaghettios are, right? He says, “Does she really need to be eating a sandwich after that?” So I responded that maybe he didn’t need a sandwich after all the crap HE’D eaten this morning.
He blew up at me, and said, “I DIDN’T ASK FOR A FUCKING SANDWICH, SO JUST LAY OFF ME!!!”
I didn’t say more than three words to him for the rest of the day, until he sent me a text saying that he loves me and wants to talk. At my convenience.
You may note that, in the previous entry, I really didn’t have much to say about him. He was with me and the kids all day, but he was just pissy and bitchy and difficult all damn day. He’s always nagging me about what are we going to do with the kids as a family, and he pretty much sulked all fucking day yesterday. I’m just sick of it, so I pretty much ignored it. I’m tired of trying to drag him into things.












