Tuesday

So this morning Nabal didn't remember our boy getting home last night, and he didn't remember talking to me as he asked the same questions about school as he did when I got in. He's off to work, so maybe he won't drink as much.

Did I mention that the credit card finally died. He was running us to the poor house. The strip died about a month ago so no more "Chaaaargit!" I only have $400 to go and it's paid off! A drunk and a credit card should never be allowed out together.

A recollection. This summer our boy bought a wooden puzzle ball. When he got home he wanted to share it with Nabal. Nabal, who was drunk, looked at the ball in his hand, then dropped it on the floor where it splintered apart. He had a very superior look and evil grin. He said, "It didn't bounce." Then laughed. Kept looking at us as if we were killjoys for not getting his joke. See, we live in a house of things broken by the drunk. Old things and new. Nabal never replaced it or offered to. The boy was so mad because for him it was a symbol of something new. I do need to replace it when we have money. I have seen his brothers do similar things thinking it was very funny, and telling anyone who got mad that they were being sensitive or lecture them about being attached to material things. They will make a great show of, "Well if you're going to cry about it, I'll buy you a new one." But that never happens. If you remind them the answer is always, "Pinche (whatever!" Like they are being unjustly bothered. You are annoying.

Why do I believe Nabal when he says he will make dinner for us? I got everything he needed. When I got home from school he had just run in. He made eggs for himself. Then remembered to ask if he could go get everyone else something. Kids ate for themselves and I just wasn't hungry. I went to the kitchen and there was a bottle of juice on the floor. Then I realized what had happened when I put it back in the refrigerator. Nabal had knocked it down getting the eggs out of the fridge and just never bothered to pick it up. Egg shells were on the stove. He was mad at our boy and let slipped by saying under his breath, "Yes, I'm taking him with me." So... he does remember. And he is, to my knowledge sober. Not a minute later he was being rude, trying to be romantic. I realized that his version of romance is the rude stuff guys say to each other when they are immature young men. He is over 40! He has been using the same stale lines for years and just cracks himself up. As any pimple faced sophomore in a locker room would. I guess I'm lucky towel snapping isn't his favorite past time.

I see he was texting Isela at 11 this morning. She was working. Well, that's going to be fun when he pulls his control thing on her. See, everyone is supposed to be available whenever he wants to talk. I was on a shift where there are no phones allowed, and he knows it. But he called twice anyway. He wanted to check on a bill I was to send out. I'm sure it was a bee in his bonnet. He has done this in the past, then complains that I won't answer his calls. will tell him I can't he will say I won't. Such an insecure man! Wait until he has a job where he can't talk on the phone anytime he wants to. He must have been texting up a storm today. He even texted me, which went to my email, then called to ask if I got it. When I said no he hung up. I had to call him back to ask what he said. Very simple he wanted the checking balance. Yet he couldn't ask that when he called/ He's covering. Must have been someone there who might have asked who he was texting and he likes to be able to show them my name...