Today I am halfway through June and halfway through the money I've allotted for myself. I realize now that I can't think of money in so much per day because I run into things like grocery shopping where I need several days worth of money all at once. I did some Googling for budget hacks, but what I really need is a book or person to walk me through exactly what I need to do to create a realistic budget. I remember listening to a CD long ago where the guy said you had to write everything down. I've tried that in the past, but maybe it's time to revisit that strategy so I have a better idea of where my money is going although I feel like I have a good handle on where my weaknesses are. I was going to get a pad of paper or a notebook to write things down anyways, I just haven't gotten around to doing that yet. Maybe I'll take the girls down to the dollar store later on today although that place isn't my favorite. The one twenty minutes away is much nicer, but that means an extra trip I don't need to be making and I might feel like spending other money there and elsewhere.
I slept in today and I'm really glad that I did as it is still raining here. Fortunately we don't have any water in our basement although later on I'm going to have to go walk around the house and check that the downspouts aren't clogged. The girls are going to Great America on Wednesday, they spent last night at the condo and I had a couple teary moments after they left last night. Kids are resilient, I'm really happy that they were excited about sleeping on a futon mattress, but I miss them which is weird because the other day I couldn't wait to kiss them goodbye. One of the hacks I found yesterday suggested painting hideous flooring that was still in good shape. I'd like to do this in the bathroom, but we have a design in the linoleum that will show through so I have to think about how I want to handle that. I would also like to paint my patio and benches. Paint is relatively inexpensive and it's fun to get a bunch of people from my family together to help with things like this.
It was disappointing to realize that this house is now pretty much my sole responsibility. I'm trying to figure out how much I would be expecting from a different landlord. I've mentioned a couple of things that need to be addressed, not things that I want, things that really need to be taken care of for the benefit of the structure, but those things are no higher on the priority list than they were when I was married and have probably sunk even lower now. It isn't my house any longer, but taking care of it is still important. Feeling powerless is a terrible way to go about life. There are things I can do and things I don't have the skills or money to do. I'm back in the - I can't do this myself and I can't hire anyone else to do it either - situation I have been for years. It's not cool, but there's not a whole lot I can do about it except for doing the things that I can as well as I can. I'm sure he would say that he's really busy and I know that's true, but that's not an excuse. Other people who are busier find time to maintain their rental properties and homes whether they do it themselves or find ways to get others to help when it's needed.
When he said that he wanted the girls to spend his weeks at his place I thought he would be getting things ready for them to be there. Sunday morning he was late for church because he went out to eat with his dad and his dad's wife. This is the kind of thing that I really don't understand. I can't for the life of me figure out why he wouldn't have invited Jill and Jane to go along. I didn't say anything to them about it, but it struck me as very..., I don't know the right word for it. I felt bad for them inside and tried to be extra nice to them at the grocery store and while we were going out to eat. The girls wanted to go to the custard stand here in town. I'm not wild about that place, but I went because that's where they wanted to go. He paid for my meal which was nice. I didn't appreciate his comment about sticking to our budget when we've been working so hard to control expenses. It's funny how I'm picking up on so many subtle digs I would have overlooked before. I'm not fantastic with money, but if there was a more frugal person in the relationship, it wasn't him.
The way that he treats me is not okay. He isn't planning on moving his stuff out so I'm going to have to pack it up for him if I want it out of here which I do. My guess is he hasn't thought about where he's going to put things given the fact that he couldn't even get a bed up for the girls even after I told him he could take the one that they have set up in the room they're using now. I don't really care for that bed, but he told me repeatedly that he loved it so I'm really confused about him not wanting it now. He wants a bed frame that I bought. I told him he could have it, but it's still sitting in the spare room I'm not really using. My plan is to get rid of almost all the furniture in the bedrooms, redo the flooring, that's another thing I'll probably have to do by myself unless I want to live with the peeling paint splattered oak. When we moved in I was all for using the hardwood floors, but he wanted carpeting so he said it didn't matter that we didn't put anything down when we painted.
I am really angry today. I'm not being totally fair to him in the sense that he has since apologized for the carpeting fiasco, but every time I walk into one of the back rooms and find bits of polyurethane flaking off I get mad all over again. It's more than just the flooring though. It's how he has these grandiose ideas that require action and completion. I can tell you one thing, if I ever do get married again I will absolutely not marry anyone who starts projects and doesn't finish them. I have a bit of this in myself so I understand how easy it is to get very overwhelmed despite your best intentions. The difference is my projects tend to be much smaller and I try very hard, and am usually quite successful at working with what I have here at home before I go out and buy anything. I spent twenty dollars at Goodwill for chairs that I love, twenty-five dollars for barstools that I like, and ten dollars for chairs that I have in my bedroom that need to be cleaned and possibly reupholstered. I tore apart our back hall closet, but I didn't spend anything on it as I don't know exactly where I'm going to be at with money later on in the month,
It would be great fun to take everything out of there, clean and paint it, and put in what I want, but the money part aside, I need to draw it out, measure, and make sure that what I want to do is going to work in there before I invest actual money in the project. Today I found a DIY shoe rack that I would like to try and build if I can find someone to help me with it. These are the kinds of things that I would love to do with a partner, maybe I'll see if the girls or my sisters can help me. My mom would be a great resource, but she's also very busy. I have an uncle who could help, but he's in a bad place so I'm not even going to ask him. That blog I read yesterday warned against just sitting around at home and I know what they mean. My ADD and Romance book talks about people hyperfocusing and I can tell that some of this stuff is gnawing at me because I don't have other projects or interests. I need to find things to do that don't involve him, and sometimes don't involve the girls.
Sometimes he reads these posts. I could stop writing or find another name to post under or join another site, but I am so fucking sick and tired of having to tiptoe around him. He's a computer guy, he's the guy people call when they're locked out of their accounts and he knows every scrap of identifying information about me so I'm not even going to try and do anything subversive or sneaky. That's really not in my nature anyways. I found a notebook he kept while I was cleaning and as soon as I saw what it was I set it aside. I really don't need to read more shit about what a horrible wife I was and how he is the true victim in this relationship. The truth is we were both very immature, very irresponsible, neither of us communicated well and we both cheated on each other with other people in emotional and physical relationships. I am owning my part in this. Every nasty word, the time I threw a scissors. It might have been at him, I don't remember anymore. He threw a phone at the wall, refused to come to bed with me, put me down in front of my children and my friends, and I'm sure he could come up with a long list of my legitimate offenses as well.
The time for accusations is past. The plan on Sunday was to go to church and then out to eat before we bought groceries. I'm not buying groceries with him anymore. I was so stressed out and upset that I way overspent and I'm really not sure why he even wants me there since I tend to be critical of his purchases. I am not a slob and I'm not going to tell myself or others that I am from this point forward. Yes I sometimes get in over my head when I'm cleaning and organizing and go too deep into a decluttering project, but for the most part I am a relatively tidy and organized person. I run into trouble with time management which I am much better at now that I plan to be fifteen minutes early for everything, but it's a process and I'll probably always have some glitches since my brain doesn't see this Friday and June nineteenth as the same space. I look at the clock, but the numbers don't always prompt me the way that they do other people so sometimes I'm scrambling around in a manner I didn't intend.
I knew this day was coming. I'm glad it's here. For too long I have bottled up resentment and let hatred fester. You get to a point where you're so good at shoving emotions down and bottling them up and pretending that things are okay because it helps you cope with the day to day minute to minute bullshit and never ending drama that you don't know how to escape. You know you need out and every opportunity seems blocked. You're addicted to the lifestyle, you probably don't know anything different even while people around you are shrieking and screaming as you slip deeper and deeper into your smaller and darker hole where things are limited to the few good things in your life that you hold onto until you start letting those go too. I have a book on anger, I should be mad about what happened, but I don't have to stay angry forever. I don't ever have to let another person treat me that way and take things from my life that I worked so damn hard to preserve. I want to run away, to cry on the beach, to disappear and never have to face him again, but for now, this is where I'm at. Hooray.