11 Aug 2009, 3:24 am
I am sick of his constant trips to Ipswich.
University of Southern Queensland (whom he works for) sends him there all the time, but they won't give him a promotion or anything, but they are quite happy for me to miss out on holidays or dates.
A big part of me wants to call them and emotionally blackmail them into giving him his stupid promotion. Then he'd be happy, because obviously I'm not enough am I?
I bet if I asked him to choose between me and his job he would choose his job. Because he is a materalistic hypocrite. Why else would he have gotten upset when I said I wanted a little time off to de-stress? I don't want to quit work! I just want a little more time for myself to get my head straight!
I find myself thinking to the time I lived by myself, in a house with Alcharinga in brass on the front. I loved it. Just me, no one to pester me or make me feel bad. My boyfriend came over sometimes, and that was cool. But I was happy and could do as I pleased as long as I kept things tidy and paid the rent.
I want to dump him. But I love him, plus there's that mortgage which will surely lead to a legal battle (no matter what he says, he will try to screw me for every penny I'm worth, heartless bastard that he is). I guess I could just be angry. Or I could be right.
End rant. 
