I can remember Nabal telling me that housework is women's work. So outdoor work would be men's? Boohoo, the lawnmower is too tall for me and I can't use it... Look I took all the weeds (with 2 years of neglect must are trees!) out of your garden. Every thing left standing was a weed! He'd managed to cut every actual plant down. (This had happened on more than one occasion.)
Women always have excuses. He'd thunder while I explained a thing.
His excuse for missing every weed? Well I didn't know. (Then don't cut anything without askingwhat to cut!)
His hurt reply: Every time I try to do something nice...you yell at me...
Infuriating!
If I work on the yard out front- I do succeed in shaming him into doing some work, without saying a word.
Today I'm working on a weed that's almost taller than our home. Carpenter ants are climbing it to our roof. It's shade has halved my day lilies, and horehound. Nabal today, sits under the tree in our front yard, with his host of other addicts and smokes crack.
The debris from a particularly large weed tree in the front yard that Nabal cut down 2 weeks ago? Still sits where it was felled. A few boughs from the cedar. (Where he and his addict friends sit.) Were added to the pile. Ugh, I'm gonna have to do what I did the last time to get him to haul it away- set it in their way, someplace they want to walk or sit. If I don't before long it will all kill the grass.
And how are you living with an addict? Oh yes, throw them out! Unless they're on the deed. (Funny thing the law won't allow that.) My deed to be exact. I've lost enough to this addict, I'm trying not to lose my house, my future vehicle of income.
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