What a fucker Jim is!!!

Seriously, what an asshole!!

Yesterday, Dave called me at work and asked me if he could go into my garage, get out my push mower and sharpen the blade for me and check the oil.

I said, yes, of course. And thank you. And what a sweet man, and all that. I really did appreciate that he wants to take care of me and my things.

He really is a nice man.

And a great neighbor.

So, he went and got it.

He was just done with all the maintenance stuff, had tested it out to make sure it was running properly, and had gone inside to take a phone call.

He was still on the phone when he heard Jim yelling at him from outside of his house.

He was apparently yelling, "That's MY mower, you fuckin' moron! Come out here!!"

Well, Dave was on the phone with a client and was not about to go outside and have a showdown with Jim. But he DID grab his .44 just in case Jim decided to let himself inside Dave's house.

It never came to that.

But, really!!!

Jim is a fuckin asshole!! Here Dave was kind enough to not only check the oil, but CHANGE it, cleaned the air filter, cleaned the spark plug, sharpen the blade, clean the whole thing up AND filled it up with his own gas and JIM is over there yelling at him for the whole neighborhood to hear.

And that's only the half of it. What also pissed me off is that Jim was the one to make the arrangement with me that he would NOT come over to the house without asking me first.

Did I get that call?

Nope.

He just came over, figured he would just take the mower without letting me know and then gets mad at Dave for working on it. Which is something that JIM has never done since we got that mower four-five years ago.

Jim has never cleaned it, never changed oil, never did ANYTHING to maintain it.

So, Dave offered to help me. And I accepted. I certainly did not think this would turn into a war.

So, I sent Jim a text message, asking him to return the mower because I want to use it by tonight.

I have no idea if he will or not. I may have to buy a new one.

But, either way, Jim is going to hear about this from me. He can't just treat my friends that way. Especially when Dave was doing such a good thing.

I felt horrible when I heard about it from Dave. I know how much he hates confrontations, and that is partially WHY he has a .44 around his house.

But Dave was really cool about the whole thing and does not hold me responsible. I know that my ex-husband is a real sore point with Dave and Jim's anger is something he just does not want to deal with.

So, fuck the lawn mower. Jim is an asshole, and like I told Dave this morning when he asked me over for coffee before work, THIS just reminds me of why I left Jim to begin with.

Again, what an asshole.

I can't wait for this wedding to be done so I can file divorce papers. I may not even wait for THAT, because there is really no reason not to anymore. I was being kind to Jim by not putting him in a tailspin by filing before the wedding, but the way he acts is really childish and petty and why should I continue to be a nice guy?

Moving on............

So, work yesterday was pretty busy. All day. Typing, typing, typing. Bossy Man came in a couple of times, for about an hour each between appointments. That was fine. I can handle him THAT long. More and I start getting stressed out. I am just too used to working alone to have someone else in the office with me anymore. Plus I will just get into a project and he will come running out, with something ELSE that needs to be done right away. I hate working that way. I like to get things DONE before moving to the next thing. I hate being so scattered.

After work, I stopped by Dave's to hold his hand and tell him that Jim is just an asshole and not to worry about him and to tell him I am sorry for what he did.

He was fine with it.

He made me dinner and we spent time together.

Then I went home to get ready to go out. I cleaned my carpet. There was a spot that I had cleaned the other day that just didn't come up all the way, so I did that again. It looks better now, thank you.

I watched a little TV and then was about to go get Dave when he came over to my house. I dropped him off at Yesterday's Gone and headed to Sam's to do my weekly visit with Ms. Alex.

She was happy to see me and she's so cute. It's Grandma Paula this and Grandma Paula that and it so sweet to hear that coming out of that little mouth!!!

I stayed for about 45 minutes and then headed to go meet Dave at the bar since I knew he would be into the pulltabs and wanted to keep him from spending too much.

Not that that did a lot of good.

He was into it pretty deeply. Won some. Lost more.

We played pulltabs all night long. The place was pretty DEAD but I knew just about everyone there, so it was fun anyway.

Dave ended up only spending a total of $80 and that included buying his drinks, so he did okay. It's HIS play money, so he can do what he wants with it. The man is certainly NOT broke.

While I don't necessary agree with his choices about gambling, I can't say a word. We are not married, not even living together. And what he does with his money is his issue, not mine.

I put a total of $10 into the box at the end of the evening because there still were a lot of winners in there and Dave had bought it down so far, but I got nothing.

anyway, so Dave was pretty toasted and I drove him home around 11:00. He wanted me to come in but I needed to go home and get some sleep. It's a work night for me, you know.

This morning, I woke up and got myself going and I got a text from Dave saying the coffee was on. I texted back that I had time for one cup, so I went over there on my way to work and he was all sheepish and worried that I was mad at him for spending money on pulltabs. I said it was fine. It's NOT my money and I have nothing to say about it. As long as he pays his bills and gets his stuff taken care of, who am I to say anything?

Anyway, again, moving on.......

I never heard a word from the dress shop yesterday. I was hoping my dress would be in and I could get it today. There is still time for the phone call before I leave work. I hope it comes today.

Tonight, I don't have any plans, so I would like to get some stuff done around my house. I need to figure out what to feed two or three young men. Dave's son, Tony, and his buddies are going to be in town this weekend and they are going to finish the wood splitting that they started last fall. They promised to do my pile of wood for me in exchange of a home cooked meal. I think that's more than fair. Of course, Dave will most likely give them some money, but he won't tell me that. He will let me think that the guys are doing it for food. I know better, but I won't say a word to him about that. He is just taking care of me.

So, I have to find something that I can make and leave in my fridge for when they are ready to eat. Maybe my famous spaghetti will do the trick.

the woodpile is on the property line between Dave's and my house, so we are going to get all that wood outta there, remove the railroad ties that are the base of the woodpile, and build a nice fence there and then repile the wood neater. I think it will look pretty good and it's something that will dress up the area a bit. It's gonna be a big project, but worth it, I hope. And I already have all the fence pieces, from the fence out front that was taken down a few years ago when the city came through with their city water and sewer project. (yet another thing that Jim never did anything about. The fence had been half down for YEARS. I have been wanting that fence either to be taken down completely or put back up for a very LONG time and nothing ever got done with it. Mainly because it was MORE important to sit on the computer downstairs and PLAY than do anything else.)

So, I am hoping that fence will be GONE this summer.

Yeah, I am full of piss and vinegar this morning. I am just so pissed at Jim. I know it's a waste of my energy and mood to be pissed at him, but I am just sick and tired of taking all his crap just to keep the peace. He does not deserve my good will and I think it's time to just let loose and get him to understand that I will NOT take his crap anymore and that he HAS to move on. Dave says Jim still wants me back, and I have heard the same thing from family and friends, but everyone is getting tired of him pissing and moaning all over the place. They all think he needs to move on and get a life.

And I have to agree.

Now, what did I do with those divorce forms?????????

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