Ugh. So I beat up Vegas and now wear his teeth around my neck. No, ok, it's not that bad but we did have an argument. I'll write about it later. I'm tired. The cat has finally come out of hiding a little bit. Got lots of groceries. Browsed for supplies, worked on cleaning garage, mowed lawn as post-argument penance.
He's been complaining about heat, took over the kitchen, totally rearranged the cabinets, has a repulsive phlegm problem, and was somehow offended I wouldn't buy a back support because he complained his back was aching. I'm the one with the extra pounds! He's the one doing yoga! I think newly 'out' gay men are divas. Blah, blah. This visit was probably a mistake. Well, I don't know. I feel like I'm the one catering to him instead of being supported in a time of difficulty. It's just a bit maddening. So I paid him back for the damn back support. I mowed the lawn myself (he had volunteered). He's been full of complaints. The rooms needing the most work he dismissed as being too big of a task. Now with him leaving in another day he feels ready to work on it. I'm ready to pull my hair out.
I didn't ask him to come over, he volunteered. I didn't ask him to do anything, he's volunteered. I'm trying to conserve on gas, electric and water. No chance of that. Maybe I should have stood my ground. He concedes being pushy but I'm not sure what I'm getting out of this visit other than taxi service. He even suggested I should pay for his 'free' labor and travel cost.
Coming out has done no good for his ego and understand his place in the greater universe. Bah. I don't need this crap. I've got a Mother to put in the ground on Thursday, a 33 years of house debris to sort, organize and expunge, mourning to do, an existence to support, a cat to baby, a brother to console... Highly unpleasant this is.
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