Thursday

Wednesday equals church equals super drunk Nabal, last night was our normal. I came in the house and Nabal was on the phone repeating: I don't care, I don't care. Took me a while to realize he was talking to Hector and was defending being a drunk. Reiterating: I don't have a problem with responsible people having a drink, I only have a problem with habitual drunks. He's got his new doctrine in place to cover this. First it was his do what you want as long as you go to church doctrine. Now that he wants to lead and preach and he's got the chance it's morphed into that God is love, which is true. And that he doesn't care what people do as long as they love him. Funny, if he's so sure of this, why doesn't he defend this to Noel? To Church of God, which happens to be a strict church. Why doesn't he go find a church that supports his views? There are plenty, but he'd rather live a double life and defend his 'free time.'

He stayed on the phone trying to bully the guy to his position. When he got off he came straight for me...  I worked the morning, spent the afternoon with friends that came in town for the day, then went to church and helped with taking up carpet in the sanctuary. I was ready to go to sleep, he was in a persuasive mood... I was discussing a job interview with my girl and Nabal came in and started talking all over himself . I headed for the basement to sleep and yet again he said he didn't care that I needed to get up early. He said: I make the money and soon I'll make enough that you can come home and not work. Told him I like what I do. He says there's no use in me because whatever I make won't help. Really? So why have I been paying for food, gas and a small part of the bills when we have no money? A little later he complains that all the bills are on him... Why I dislike talking to him- he goes with whatever argument advances his agenda. Even if it completely contradicts his previous argument. He was riding me about not fulfilling wifely duties (what has it been? More than a year) He grandly lays down an ultimatum and asks if we are going to work. I said no. Later he's spouting the creepy stuff: Hey, I'm never going to let you go. It doesn't matter what you want. Hey, you're going to my church this Sunday we are having a picnic. Then he proceeded to go back upstairs and pass out on the living room sofa surrounded by his empty Bud Light cans.

I'm learning to get past listening to him. It's taken so long. Work is still picking up. Gotta add more clients and get on with my studies. I'm looking at a more technical path in my work. I'm not young and it will allow Me to work till I'm old, God willing and unless i get sick along the way. I'm building a path and course of action.