Boo and I had a huge (loud) argument last night.
We had a huge argument with the TA too.
TA expects us just to say Ja & Amen to everything he expects and asks for. Oh lekker no!!! He can maar take chances all he wants, but there are rules and that’s that!
We all went to bed dikbek.
And don’t give me flack about going to bed not talking to each other. Normally I feel the same, but last night I just didn’t want to talk to the thing man.
At least we’re both talking to the TA.
Boo and I – well. It’s been a long while since I had such a quiet start to my day! lol
He just never listens. But I must listen about his kak day and his bloody exams and his stuff, but the moment I open my trap, he goes into “stand by” mode. Or maybe it’s “shut down mode”.
Anyway, he doesn’t listen. And I’ve proven it many a time. Not that I should have to prove something like this!
And frankly, I’m too old and not lus for the same kak arguments anymore. So I said I’ll just stop talking to him. No use wasting oxygen & emotions, right?
Ja, I know it’s immature and stupid. I really couldn’t give a shit at this point.
This (him) is partly why I started this blog. I wanted my own space where I could pour my heart & soul out and have people (who care to or want to) read and listen to what I have to say. Be a sounding board.
You make me feel that what I have to say actually (sometimes) matters. It’s not just fekkingwell ignored.
You know – before I applied for that job, I spoke to him and we agreed it was a good opportunity and I should go for it, etc? Hell, this possibility was something we’d already discussed a few years ago. So now was the time. He agreed. Yet, he was fekkingwell surprised when I told him (a few days after having applied) that I actually did it. But we mos discussed and agreed on it, right? His words “I thought you were joking” . Really?! REALLY REALLY????!!!!!! I rest my case….
The story of my fekking life with this man….
And I will stop right there. Before I make this into a Boo-bashing-20-pager!
Whoo. I’m cross, can you tell?