Freaky Friday

So I think the shit has hit the fan… very slowly and very softly. 

I thought it was very empathetic of my fiance to suggest that he would take on the chores, jobs and ball ache tasks I’ve been doing since the bear was born. 

Why? You may ask… what has changed? 

Well I’m no longer on Maternity Leave, I’m back at work, I’m a teacher and I genuinely don’t care what anyone says, it’s a fucking hard job and takes up a lot of your mental and physical strength PLUS I don’t have access to my bear 24/7 which is extremely fucking hard and rather upsetting – let me tell you. 

Really upset, reduced to tears because I felt like my own son of 8 months hated me… and I think for a week he did… a little bit… or had a major strop due to the fact I’d upped and left him. 

He loves me again now though and all is right with the world… although he is much too attached to his Grandad for my liking and will make friends with ANYONE… the kid has no sense of loyalty. 

Anyway, where was I… no more Maternity Leave… so housework and child looking-after now becomes 50/50. I drew up a chore table, very specific (you may scoff – but my fiance is that lazy and useless he would seriously quite happily do fuck all, live in squalor and forget that we had a child together).

And he’s not done a damn thing on it. I have struggled for two weeks returning to work, dealing with the hate from an 8 month old and continuing to do all the housework. 

And now he’s doing everything and he’s stuck in a Catch 22, either he admits it’s fucking hard and shares the load from now on OR he stays stubborn and says it’s piss easy and then great! He can do it forever. Sweet. 

Why do I think the shit has hit the fan then? Because something is up… I feel He. Has. A. Plan. And I’m falling in to some sort of trap – his entire sttitude is upbeat and he won’t let me do anything. 

I shall wait and see… I’m hoping he’s that stupid and stubborn he will glide through the week stating how easy it has been and will therefore be doing it forever, rather than He. Has. A. Plan.

Update to follow. Fingers crossed for stupid and stubborn. 

Gaming… WTFFF

What the fucking, fuck, fuck is my new phrase and I feel the fucks right down in my angry soul!!!

PS4, X Box One, Wii, PSP… I’m not picky I hate them all. All of them can go die for all I care. 

One game in particular though – The Last Of Us… you fucking fuck fuck!! Why put the stupid, idiotic, world consuming internet game, fireflies vs fucking whatever into this game… so instead of the 2 days it takes to complete the story arc I have now lost my partner forever to this piece of shit game with his virtual friends who are just as fucking obsessed. Between the hours of 8pm till dawn I may as well be a single parent who lives alone, eats alone, watches TV alone and does everything a-fucking-lone!!! 

Once he enters that virtual world of death he might as well be fucking dead. He can’t contribute anything to our life together, nothing will get done, he finally ‘trusts’ me to do things, bearing in mind he spent a whole day balling me out as I said the next door neighbour’s builder could use our roof to gain access to his, breaking tiles in the process, and that’s my goddamn fault, I’m naive and incapable and he’ll handle everything. However, in the evening I could decide who lives and who dies and as long as it doesn’t interfere with his precious game, he ‘trusts’ me…. what a cock. 

To all online gamers, and I’m sorry about this but seriously how important are these virtual people you play with and the avitars you control? Are they going to help raise your child, that you had together, cook for you, clean for you, suck your dick for you? Hello! And I say this for all the lost and forgotten partners out there… pay attention to us, appreciate us or we’ll be gone and a virtual blowjob ain’t a smidge on the real thing.