Sunday, February 19, 2012

Sunday

Nabal was all abuzz when I got home from church. Having the protege cook for him then putting on the finishing touches himself. He asks if I was going to church with him, then says our girl promised she would. I said no, he asked why, I asked why... then he cuts loose. "You are my wife that's why. You are my wife." My reply was simply, "and..." Then he got mad. Our girl in fact had told him nothing, never answered. He lied to manipulate an outcome. Comes back and he says, "This is why the children don't go to church, because you don't go to church with me!" Let's just forget that I do go to church and try not to be a hypocrite. He refuses to believe it has anything to do with his behavior. Tonight he brought me a salad. I hadn't asked for a salad and I had just eaten and was full. I politely said no thank you. He started to wheedle, so I said thank you and took the plate and sat it next to me. He then changes and says, "Are you going to eat it?" I told him no I said I wasn't hungry and he got so mad, cursed all the way upstairs under his breath. Later he asked again if I wanted salad. Again i said no. He says something trying to sound concerned about my not eating all day. I'd just eaten pizza i ordered for the kids and said so. He asked, "Why?" Sounding as if I had done something wrong. Then says you know pizza isn't good for you. Where the heck did that come from? Oh yeah, from his beer bottle of control. It snowed, Nabal made his own snow man with beer bottle eyes. Corona bottle caps. He just wandered down here drunk and tried to get under the covers saying he was staying with me tonight. Nooo. Sofas are for one. He said soon as he could he was leaving the way I didn't want him anymore, he didn't want me anymore. I must think I'm so good, but I'm not. At this point it's promises, promises.

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