It seems like George and I just can not get along.  I’m sure part of it has to do with both of us working from home.  We are together 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.  But we very rarely really spend actual time together.  I have no idea if that even makes sense.

We are at each other constantly.  I feel like George thinks I do everything wrong.  There is nothing I can do that would make him happy.  No matter what I have done there is something wrong with it.  And if something happens to go wrong- it is somehow my fault.  Nothing is ever his fault.  And when I try to talk- I am constantly interrupted.

I am told pretty much daily how bad I am at all sorts of things.  The last time George said something nice to me or told me something he appreciated me doing?  I have no idea.

Things are going much better today.  George and I made up last night.  You know, I really shouldn’t blog when I’m angry- especially with him.  I tried to be pretty vague in my posts but still.  I don’t think it’s fair to put stuff out there that I don’t really want people to know about. 

Peanut is felling a little better today too.  She slept pretty good last night, so we all got enough sleep.  And she isn’t quite as whiney as she has been all week.  So, I’m sure that is part of it too.  It’s hard to get along and be cheerful when you’re exhausted and annoyed.

Anyways, things are better today

I was taught good habits with my money from a young age.  You get paid and 10% or your money goes to church and 10% goes into savings.  The rest of your money you use for your needs and if there is anything left over, your wants.  I did very well with my money too.  I always had money set aside in my savings account and was always able to pay all of my bills in full.

George did not learn the same good habits and brought a lot of debt with him when we met.  I got into some bad habits of buying a bunch of stuff on credit cards that I couldn’t pay for.  And before I knew it we had a whole lot of debt.  It was time for us to get serious about our money.

For the most part I took care of all of our debt.  I put us on a strict budget and got all of our debt paid off in a couple of years.  Now we have a nice amount of money set aside in our savings account.  And if we can’t afford something- we don’t buy it.

How much can one person really take? Being constantly told what I did wrong and what I should have done instead. Or being blamed that everything I am doing to try to help Peanut to feel better is not working. It’s somehow my fault that a steamy bathroom is not helping her to stop coughing. I make dinner and I hear, “Why did you make that?” or “Why did you make so much of that?” or “I’m not hungry.” Never do I ever get to hear compliments or a thank you that I even made dinner. It’s not just little things like that- it’s everything. I don’t even have to be here and I will be blamed if anything goes wrong. And I am fed up and sick of it.