The job is....

So, the new job is good. I'm doing what I went to school for, and I am actually being paid pretty well for it. It's weird to be told "well done" after all those years of putting up with Assboss's mental abuse.

I'm trying to get my finances recovered from the long period of poor I like to call the po'hole. It's a tough job, and it's hard to see my shiny new paycheck already spent on bills, but such is life. I'm just thankful I can actually pay the bills now.

And...the best part of today is that it's the start of a holiday weekend. YAY!

Interesting

Sweetie just took a shower, and I happened to glance at his cell. It's locked. Apparently, he doesn't trust me not to look at it. How fucked up is this? Honestly, I wasn't going to look, but it makes me wonder if he locked it for a reason. I can't deal with this again. For real.

Holy Sangiovese, Batman

Memo to self: Do not consume an entire bottle of red wine in an hour and expect to function for the remainder of the night.

Lord, I am so stupid sometimes. Yesterday was court, and it was just so crappy, and I still felt terrible from the night before, so we got pizza and wine, and I drank the whole Godforsaken bottle. I then proceeded to freak out and cry and tell Sweetie why I was so angry about the night before. I think it shook him up. He kept saying he didn't like to see me cry like that. Well, WTF-ever. I didn't like seeing him texting with some chick. So there.

Good times, good times

Sweetie lied to me last night....was texting with some chick and told me it was a friend of his. Not good. He gets no points for that. It actually made me physically ill when I found out though. My stomach was sick all night. I've had my moments of distrust before, but this was worse. I did a good thing though. Instead of letting it go all night and being sick about it, I woke him up and asked him point blank what was going on. His explanation is plausible, but it still bothers me. We talked again this morning, and I told him exactly where I was coming from about it. That's something I never would have done before, so I am making progress.

I really thought I had nothing to worry about in that area, and it scares me that I could be wrong. I know he flirts with other girls, but this was a "hey I wanted to hang out with you" kind of message, and he had replied that he was away this week (another lie) and she clearly knew he had a girlfriend, because when he said he was with me, she wrote back "OIC". Yeah, it's like that.

Funny that this came up because Friday night he was all kinds of flipping out because OH made a remark at Happy Hour that I have nice tits. Apparently, that was disrespectful enough to warrant Sweetie beating OH's ass next time he sees him. Interesting then, that him texting to some chick in front of my face and lying to me about who he was talking to was not that big a deal. Apparently, the fact that I looked at his phone was a bigger issue. Um, don't think so, honeybuns. Women sense that shit, and I am not about to be cheated on again.

Consider my antennae raised.