He’s sleeping the morning away, which means he’ll “only have time” to take care of his mother today, which means he “won’t have enough time” to go job hunting. Goddamn it! I am SO tired of this. I’ve tried subtle hints, little nudges and reminders. He doesn’t know I’m sitting here seething. He’s just like one of the kids — pushes me until I yell, and then gets all offended because I got mad.
A very quiet part of me is murmuring that I’m almost done here. I’m ignoring it because it’s not as simple as getting up and walking away. But it keeps getting louder, and when it shouts, well, I guess that will be that.