Saturday, March 10, 2012

Saturday

Difficult night... Nabal came home drunk. His FaceBook wasn't open so he called me in to close our girl's and open his. He bellowed for me and asked where all those people came from. Claimed he didn't friend them. I could see his niece had been playing farmville... He saw another girl's pic where she had commented on his brother's status after he commented. His voice was so accusatory. It would have been amusing except for the fact that I flinched with each accusation. Then he moved onto our girl. The child was home all day and had just gone out to dinner with friends. That was 20 question never saying or making any accusation, but the tone was like an inquisition... I could hear myself stumbling over words... He tried to talk me into taking the A class license test. Told me he almost passed he was sure I could pass it. Told him he should study again and he would. He pulled his scores out, he'd missed almost all the contractor legal and conduct questions. Why I don't want my name on his company. Then tells me he wants to buy a house, fix it ans sell it. Later he says we all move into it. Exclaims his undying love. Says he has been nothing but loving and I'm mean. Said he never went out with Mary and she played games. Later said I pushed him to it. I asked how I could push him to do something he didn't do. He said he was too old for this conversation. Said I was looking for an excuse to get rid of him as he hadn't done anything. Claimed to have acted the same way all 20 years. Later told me he was working his way back up to leave. Told me I had to work with him to make our family work. All of that is in order of occurrence. Last he asked how I could force him to marry then let him go. I was being unfair. He tried hugging, breathing sour alcohol breatg in my face. I left the house and came back in, the house smelled like alcohol. Nabal sent a drunk protege out to drive and buy more beer. Luckly he couldn't find a place open. Usually he fusses about how he hates when the protege drives drunk. Such situationally dependent ethics. Our boy had to finally take the keys away from the protege because he was sitting in the car and kept turning it on. The boy was scared he'd drive. Nabal was already passed out... Why in such a macho culture is all the policing and safety of the home left to women? Any hour of the day or night doors are left open. Nabal actually gets mad if he 'gets locked out.' The man isn't even responsible enough to have all the keys to the house. He still only has one key to my Subaru...he hasn't had time to get any made. He didn't have work for 3 weeks...!

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