It’s been kind of a tough week at work. Short staffed and an increased workload. Thank God for a 3 day holiday, right?
So I brought my weary self home just a bit early to get started on some R&R and Arwyn and the kids were out somewhere. She got paid today, so doubtless the drunken sailor is at some whorehouse of a mall or Target, squandering it away.
I looked on the counter and saw a Target Visa bill. That’s odd. We cut that thing up a couple years back after she binged up $10,000 in debt. It was just this past month that I finally got that bitch of a millstone cast off of my neck. Beans and rice for 2 fucking years paying off that damn thing that we have nothing to show for.
Underneath the Target Visa was her Sam’s club statement. The two combined for a total of more than $5,000. And there is absolutely nothing to show for it. Nothing.
We are going to be having some words TONIGHT.