I’m finally up and the electricity is back on. Damn, I hate it when they do that. Today is Friday, I’m glad because its Chris’ weekend and we get to spend time together kicking back.
We don’t really have any plans for anything special but I do enjoy being with this man so much.
Were both on the same page, we don’t want marriage or a big commitment, but we want to be honest and respectful to each other. Such was out agreement at the beginning of our relationship.
Chris came into my life a round the time that my husband had been in jail and I was in the process of taking him off the lease and filing for divorce and selling his vehicles and establishing my life without him he’s a good man and so far we make very good companions and that’s really pretty much where we’re at. Were coming up on our two year anniversary… um excited! Yes!
The fact that I’ve given social media a shot is irrelevant to the fact that for example. I’ve got 13 friends on Facebook. Half are blood family and the other are like family, we live together, but the likes, comments or social part is like way lax. Why try to be social when everyone seems to be doing their own thing.
Using it to slam one another, blast people or just share funny things with the click of a button.
Sometimes I think people just want to know what I’m doing, but would rather not socialize with me.
We have really gotten tired of the food issue here. It’s went on for three years or so now. My ex leaving was good but other things fell apart. Tonite, we were given a bowl of chicken soup and dinner rolls at seven, when we’re suppose to be in bed by then because Chris works so early that were in bed by 7pm. Nobody in this house of sixteen really cares or brothers with each other, there’s no communication. When my ex husband and I leased this house It was our home and we let our nephew and his girl move in. No it didn’t last. The same Issues like dishes, house chores, consideration went on, like now and eventually the arguing became intolerable and they moved. Then the weird stuff began. He wanted a second wife for us to share, Which was his brothers ex wife. Hmm. I tried, for what I thought at the time was love, again a game. Manipulated, pitted against each other and used. When he left, my so called sister wife moved her other daughter and her family to live here while they looked for a house. Nobody told me about credit inquiries, etc. So I didn’t know four years later they’d still be here and taken over my home and have damaged and thrown or ruined my belongings and over step their boundries as guests. So for a late dinner, it sucks. I want to say when I want to eat I don’t want to wait like a child. Plus our schedule conflicts. They doin’t seem to get it. This house want built for 16 people. Good nite!