So I write less and less here as conversations with my husband are crazy and, frankly, I try to avoid talking to him. He now weights 360 and whenever I bring up that he has an eating disorder he gets very angry and claims he does not so I give up.
However, last week I BANNED any form of sugar from the house. He is still so obsessed over food, as in did you eat some of my; that I solved the issue by refusing to buy any form of sugar. He can eat all the carbs he wants. I am trying to avoid carbs and sugar. Hopefully my A1C will be low enough for surgery.
With my daughter here and baby girl they were my main focus. He was invited to come, of course, but refused saying “he had stuff to do” which was sit on his butt and watch tv.
However, he did agree to meet us for lunch, of course. It was me, oldest son, daughter, baby him. He took his car. Oldest joined us from work.
The place no longer served what daughter wanted so we went elsewhere. But husband wanted money to get his own and refused to go elsewhere with us. Whatever. I knew it would be more enjoyable without him. Sad, but so true. He got 20 dollars from me and left.
We continued with our day, I got home late, and very tired, and went right to bed. Daughter wanted to leave very early for the two hour drove up to the pj store in another town. In the morning it got weird. I opened his door to let him know I was going. Blood on his sheets.
. What the heck?
I wake him up. You’ve bleed on your sheets, where are you bleeding. I don’t know.
. He sits up, there is a four inch gash on his arm, a huge bruise, and when I got home that night I notice a bruise on his elbow. I said to him that it must have bleed badly as I can tell it’s deep. He says he did not notice. Whatever, I am leaving and I did.
Went to the store, few other stores and daughter asks, at each store, “aren’t you buying something”,
Yup, I am buying stuff. I bought a jar of lemon marmalade at one store. A cookie at the bakery. At the pj store they had clearance stuff for a dollar, I spend 13.89.
. Turns out that was all the money I had left.
Got a few things for baby and two shirts for me. Get home, go into backyard, notice one of my pots is wacky and my new garden fence is broke.
Now I know how he got hurt. 
Liar, liar, pants on fire.
And he says “when I came outside I noticed a big blank spot in the mulch by the fence gate and I noticed the garden fence was broken.” You fell. He says ”no, I didn’t.”. Then, I ask again, how did you get the big gash if it wasn’t from tripping, falling, and breaking the fence. He says “I forget”. I ask him if he has a bridge he’d like me to buy.
”So you are telling me that someone jumped over our 5 foot gate, went around the five foot garden fence, and walked into the garden all the way to the end, and then they tripped over this flower pot, and fell onto the 3 foot garden fence and broken it. You telling me that?”
”Yes,” he says.
Why do you think they did that I asked.
“I have no ideal.”. He says.
Yup, he’s reached a new level of crazy.
Then he opens the door to my bedroom last night “I just want you to know I am not going to work. I am sick and then he goes into great detail explaining what’s wrong. I don’t care. Close the door I want to sleep. “Well, he says, and repeats the whole conversation. SHUT THE DOOR!
He doesn’t go to work, he walks into another room
. He didn’t have to wake me, but now he has so now I can’t sleep. Great. I get up, wash towels, put them in the drier, take Bella out. Get a little sleep, already had alarm set to take Bella out which I did. Try to get a little more sleep and up and at it.
He spent most of yesterday watching tv, apparently not to sick for that, slept all last night, and has slept all day. There appears to be nothing wrong with him except he doesn’t want to work outside and wants to sleep instead. He is not going to work tonight either. Wonderful. Our check last week was short and I had to use my ER money. Now our next check will be short. Terrific.
As for the fence, I order a new one. I took the piece that broke off and used it to put across Bella’s dog run to make it very short. While she is recovering, I am redoing the side yard. Taking all the mulch out and throwing it away since she sticks her paw through the fencing and grabs a pawful of mulch to eat. I can’t do it all, because he “forgot” to put the cans out last week and they are nearly full.
Just another wonderful week, while I work my self to death in the yard that he wanted.
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,, works out much better.
. This time I’ve bought some cereal and TV dinners so I will be able to get food easily when I am hungry. I got a weeks worth but I think I will pick up a bit more.
