Thursday, November 4, 2010

Thursday

So, I got in from work today and Nabal pops out of bed to talk. He was quizzing me about work then asked me what I made. Now, this is a part-time, seasonal retail job so how much does he think? He wanted me to know I had no need to work, and he does mean ever even the career I'm in school for at the moment. I told him that at least I was paying taxes so we have some paid in. He would return to the subject. I'm wondering why he was barking at me to get a job, and he was to get a part time also, and now he's telling me he can handle everything. So the kids woke up and started telling me that he had come in very, very drunk and was mad and talking to himself and what he repeated over and over until he passed out was, "That's it! I'm not going to let her go to work anymore." Nabal is playing some game here that I can not figure out. He has not stopped texting and playing the field with either Isela or Mary.

This is so reminiscent of him suggesting, in fact insisting I get my car. After I liked it and bought it he immedietly disliked it and wanted me to sell it.

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