Why do we put up with them? Why must they act like over grown babies? Up until an hour ago we were planning a NYC getaway, I was so excited I was finally going to get to visit the Big Apple. A city that I dreamed of going to for years. Right before I was about to book it on line he who shall be known as dick head from here on in made some comment about going to a Yankees game. I told him that I didn't want to go to any baseball game while I was there, that he wants to go he can go alone or call his brother who is currently living up there to go with him. Well that is where the shit hit the fan. He went off on some tangent about I am so terrible that I wouldn't go to a ball game with him. He knows that I despise going to baseball games. (If I am in a city that I have wanted to go to since I was a small child that I am only going to be in for a weekend I am not going to waste hours sitting in the hot sun, packed in like sardines at a ball park. There is just too much I want to see), his brother would be more than willing to go I know this for a fact.
So dick head is still ranting and raving about how awful I am, that I don't want to spend anytime with him doing things he likes,(yeah the hockey games that I got dragged to don't seem to count, nor do the ones where I sat freezing my ass off watching him play on a Senior C leauge) and that he was going to go to a Broadway show with me. (Mind you I cannot get him to take me to the local theater here to see one of the traveling versions of the show for half the price of what it would cost there). I hadn't even been planning on taking in a show on this trip. So he starts pouting and tells me not to book it, that he doesn't want to go if I don't go to a game with him, blah blah blah waah waah waah. I told him that I'd go but that I would not be a happy camper but noooooo he wanted to continue his hissy fit. Fine what ever!
I just think it is funny that when he does not want to do what I want to do it is ok for me to go and do it alone, and that he is happy that he does not get dragged along. But heaven forbid that I don't want to do something he wants to do. What the hell is up with that? So anyway I didn't book the trip and I will be damned if I book it tomorrow or any day after that. I'll take that money and do something with the girls, (probably with out dick head), or go and buy some new furniture that we desperately need.