No Rest for the Wicked, take 2.
So in short, now I'm in a nondescript hotel room an hour from my mom's house.
Sometimes my life amazes the hell out of me... this all started because of laundry.
Mother's hubby was on his way out of the house for an hour, he decided to ask if I'd take care of the laundry while he was out. I said OK. I got down to the laundry room and saw that their washer and dryer were different from the one I have at home, which is fine, but it would still take some time to maneuver and learn. So I called her at work and asked her how her washer works, right. She couldn't give me a satisfactory answer and when I told her so, she just told me to leave it until she gets home and she'd show me how to use it.
She said she'd call hubby and tell him that I'm leaving the laundry 'til she gets back. OKs were exchanged, I hung up the phone and went about my business.
Hubby got home, didn't understand what the message was about and was less than pleased about the state of the dirty clothes in the basement. Now, I could understand this.. I'd be frustrated, too, if I came home and jobs were left undone. But he flew off the handle and started to throw cusswords around -- I can handle it myself, but my 11 year old sister was dragged into it and he successfully verbal-diahrread the both of us into the ground until I was satisfactorily upset and my sister was crying. Even when I told him, "Mom told me to leave it until she got home" , he told us he didn't care and kept going about how useless we both are. Even after I broke down and confessed I couldn't figure out the damn washer and didn't want to ask him how.
Again, I can handle it, and I'd probably do the same thing to my kids (Blow up after a task is left unfinished despite rational circumstances) IF, IF they did nothing all day. but I'm sorry, he hasn't had to lift a finger to do the dishes since I set foot in that house, or change the litterboxes. Whenever he asks me to perform a chore, up until now it's been done the second he asks, no matter what it is. Even when it comes down to his stupid clip art projects I hate but do for him anyway. I even got a wild hair up my ass and cleaned the whole house for them, just on random, because I wanted to be nice. If none of that had happened, if I had not done anything to contribute since I got here, I'd understand his anger, but it wasn't the case. It was a misunderstanding and a technical difficulty that could be overlooked, but because of his self centered point of view he had to call us out and make my sister cry for virtually no reason.
I was already pissed, but then he got out a mop and sneered at me, then asked if I knew how to mop and sweep, asking as if I were 5 years old. and if my sister knew how to vacuum. then he ignored us completely.
I mopped and then broke the mop on accident.
Now, mind you, the last time a mop was broken in the house, he forcefully slammed it into the threshold of the kitchen until the metal was bent almost in half.
I don't know this man very well.
Sooooo.. I grabbed my sister and barracaded myself in our room and called mom. She told us he'd never physically harm us, but at this point I don't know, considering his temper.
Mom must have speeded all the way back to the house. A few words were exchanged between them, out of our earshot, and now we're in a hotel room. It's a nice room, I gotta' say.
I didn't ask what words were exchanged, I don't really want to know. I'm just glad to be away from him. I'm glad my sister's away from him, too. I have never met anyone so perfectly incapable of empathy and so perfectly unwilling to understand the other side of an argument. Ever.
We'll see how the next few days go. but I think it would be hilarious if he held my laundry hostage after all this..
On another note entirely, I need a new book to read. I finished Rant a while ago.
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