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Retro-retrospection - 2008-10-06
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11:07 p.m. - 2004-05-10
Listen up. I am not the completely ungracious twat I seem to be. There’s circumstances. Heavy duty circumstances. And you have to trust me on this because I don’t want to go through the whole thing. Let’s just say I’m a bit gun-shy and suspicious of motive. There’s precedent here. This would not be the first or even the third time I’ve been de-throned in my own house. All under the benign guise of ‘helping’ me. I cannot accept Susan’s help until I’ve made it very clear to Mike that I am quite capable of producing the gleaming abode he demands. He has to acknowledge it to my face. Then Susan will be my employee and not some flipping savior Mike thinks I must defer to. I will never ever ever ever be made a second fiddle again. And if that means I drop dead of a stroke with the vacuum still clutched in my hand then so be it. No other woman gets to touch my shit unless I say so. No other woman gets to make decisions about my house. No other woman is allowed my husband’s ear over mine, his attention over mine, nor is she given veto power over anything, even the brand of furniture polish I want used. Mike has a nasty way of euchring me into accepting help and then sneering at me for taking it. He also tends to be overly grateful to the ‘help’ and blithely ignores me while doting on every word my ‘helpers’ utter. This shit ain’t going to fly anymore. Until we’re clear on this Susan isn’t setting a toe over my threshold. Issues? We got all kinds of issues. I’m so burnt not only do I look gift horses in the mouth, I give them a pelvic and a colonoscopy. ~LA Tonight’s Pick: “Won’t Get Fooled Again” by The Who
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