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Goddamn Motherfucking Assramming Weasleyhumping Bastard.
DH broke my fucking car today. My not even six months old car. He. Hit. An. Orange. Barrel. Cause the fucking things blend in so well with their orangeness. Destroyed the passenger side mirror.
Just two days before he leaves the country. Which means if he doesn't get it fixed tonight, I'm going to be the one who has to go the mechanic and then take taxi rides and all sort of fun crap. Which means God knows how many panic attacks before all is said and done. Just fucking wonderful.
$207 dollars for a fucking Mirror!! It's not even a remote controlled mirror!!!
And the best part, the thing I'm so very, very unpleased about? He did it this morning and didn't have the balls to tell me until just a bit ago.
It's not like we don't have this discussion on a fairly regular basis - the whole "yes, I'm pissed that you did this/broke that/whatever, but what really bothers me is that you lied to me/didn't bother to tell me about it."
He had the gall to come home and ask if I wanted to go eat at Shogun (a fairly not cheap place to eat) and acted all sweet, making me think that we would be able to spend tonight and tomorrow together for a good solid hour and a half before he gets this stupid grin on his face and says "I broke the car mirror, sorry."
We get paid in five days, until then? Almost no money. Just enough to pay the rent, eat for the next five days, maybe see a movie and go eat at Shogun. I paid all the other bills early so that we wouldn't have to worry about them. And now this.
To say I am displeased would be a huge understatement and now I'm venting here because if I have to talk to him again right now, I'm going to do something I'll regret. I want to break something.
Goddamn Motherfucking Assramming Weasleyhumping Bastard.
DH broke my fucking car today. My not even six months old car. He. Hit. An. Orange. Barrel. Cause the fucking things blend in so well with their orangeness. Destroyed the passenger side mirror.
Just two days before he leaves the country. Which means if he doesn't get it fixed tonight, I'm going to be the one who has to go the mechanic and then take taxi rides and all sort of fun crap. Which means God knows how many panic attacks before all is said and done. Just fucking wonderful.
$207 dollars for a fucking Mirror!! It's not even a remote controlled mirror!!!
And the best part, the thing I'm so very, very unpleased about? He did it this morning and didn't have the balls to tell me until just a bit ago.
It's not like we don't have this discussion on a fairly regular basis - the whole "yes, I'm pissed that you did this/broke that/whatever, but what really bothers me is that you lied to me/didn't bother to tell me about it."
He had the gall to come home and ask if I wanted to go eat at Shogun (a fairly not cheap place to eat) and acted all sweet, making me think that we would be able to spend tonight and tomorrow together for a good solid hour and a half before he gets this stupid grin on his face and says "I broke the car mirror, sorry."
We get paid in five days, until then? Almost no money. Just enough to pay the rent, eat for the next five days, maybe see a movie and go eat at Shogun. I paid all the other bills early so that we wouldn't have to worry about them. And now this.
To say I am displeased would be a huge understatement and now I'm venting here because if I have to talk to him again right now, I'm going to do something I'll regret. I want to break something.
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