May 2, 2019

Thursday - Looked nice, but no idea

Well, today was another waste of time if you want to know the truth.  I got up early, watched ER and Major Crimes, had my breakfast etc.  Most of the time F was in bed and I thought he was sleeping. Around 2 pm I decided to go downstairs to get my lunch and then was asked if I wanted to go out. I said it was okay, and then a couple of minutes later F changed his mind. Apparently, he’d been “waiting” for me to go and have lunch.  I had been sitting in front of my computer watching a video and mending his jeans, so if he had really wanted to go out he could have flaming well asked me! Of course, he now didn’t want anything to do with me so I went downstairs and got my own lunch and ate it. 

I was yelled at or ignored for most of the rest of the day. F was in bed in the afternoon, I got tired, so around 4 pm I went back to bed. The next thing I knew it was 7 pm and I was alone in the house.  

F came back and was still angry. I don’t know where he went with his mother, but frankly, I don’t care either.  He went to bed, I went downstairs to wash some of the blueberries. His mother was in the kitchen looking for food. I went upstairs and suggested that F get up to take care of his mother. He refused. I told him I wasn’t going to do it as it was his job. He still refused.

I went downstairs again and managed to stop her heating up 3 packs of rice. She heated up two, one for herself I guess. I think she found something else to eat, I’m not sure.  

I had some pasta from the freezer and it was good. F slept for a bit, I tried not to pay attention.  Around 11, I went downstairs to wash my dish and take a shower.  If I’d been thinking I would have washed my dish in the shower! F got up around then and I think he actually went out to a convenience store, I’m not sure. 

Anyway, he’s in the other room snorting and sighing away, I’m here. I’m probably going to go to Niigata tomorrow. I’m not sure if it’ll be with him, but since I have to pay for the hotel room whether or not I go, I’d rather go.  

I get that he’s sick, I do. I’m sorry for that, but I’m not the idiot that eats the wrong food like he does. I’ve felt quite horrible this week too, but he never even bothers to ask me how I am. In fact, F never bothers to talk to me anymore, even when he isn’t angry.

Anyway, I’ll likely be back on Sunday.  Talk to you then.