There are times when I can’t count my blessings as well.
I don’t care whose fault it is, why is it my responsibility?
Don’t tell me it’s peak. I’ve never heard about off peak. Don’t slap that fucking overused 4 letter word on me. Don’t expect me to be understanding if I don’t understand. What. The. Fuck. Peak. Is.
March, can take more leave for Europe trip? No its peak.
Nov, can take more leave for Melbourne trip? No it’s peak.
Chinese New year, can take more leave? No it’s peak.
And so many other bloody times that I have no idea which is peak/ are peaks and all the fuckin disappearing acts during peak.
Fuck peak okay? Fuck!
I’m very tired of this shit. Very fucking tired. I used to keep screaming and crying, but I don’t see a point in doing that anymore. Well I still do blog a lot with profanities but heck, I’m at least less noisy now. I don’t make noise now, at least not audibly haha.
I haven’t had a single dinner at home with him before except for cny when I was met with a big protest because I was supposed to travel to visit his relatives on the first day of cny but I refused because he never confirmed despite me asking so many bloody times. and I made the right choice by not believing when he said “it’s cny, I will make time to have dinner with you family no matter what.” fucking joker.
Yeah I had that one fucking dinner w my family that I forced out of him. One okay, and we have been married for what a month already and staying at my house?
I locked the door of the room at 11pm last night. He reached home at his usual time of 2.30am and found himself locked out. I don’t know why I did that. Maybe I was angry that this bed is just a place for him to fuck me / sleep. Maybe I was angry at my own dependence and loneliness. Maybe I was angry that he disappeared for 3 hours, since 11pm til 2am. Maybe I was angry that he has been coming home at 2am everyday since we moved in. Maybe I was just angry at everything.
Which fucking profession works from 9am to 2am every bloody single fucking day? What fucking prostitutes? I have no intention to demean this profession but fuck. If you’re earning millions and giving me half I don’t care how long you work. If you’re doing sth useful for the society like catching criminals or raiding brothels or performing major heart surgeries then I can see a point. But heck. Audit. What the fuck is audit?
What do you get out of the additional hours? Money aside (which is pathetic btw, now), is there additional learning or marginal benefits learning beyond the usual 8am-8pm working hours?
U tell me that this skillset is highly sought after in the banking Industry. I said, fine, if that’s a place u want to shine eventuAlly. Now can someone please enlighten me, how does working from 8pm-2am every bloody day and help with enhancing what you already have?
It’s like, u fry fried rice for a living. And every bloody day u fry the same fried rice say salted fish fried rice until 2am. Is that same fried rice gonna value add to your credentials as a fried rice chef more importantly in the entire culinary industry?
Move on, man! Why bury your youth in such meaningless stuff?
The end of the story is that my mum woke up at 6am and gave him the key to the room. She reprimanded me, seriously. Saying that women who lock their husbands out of the bedroom have no one to blame if their husbands find someone else outside.
Yeah. Very good advice. And advice taken.
On the other hand, a man who works blindly would probably have no one to blame if his woman finds someone richer/better/ with more time. Or simply if his daughter won’t recognise him in future.
He didn’t ask why I did it. He just said that he’s aching because he didnt get much sleep. Hence the post. Sometimes idiots are not worth it.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Yes I’m a damn mean wife.