2004-06-12 - 4:18 p.m.
I don't know what it is about David. I'm missing him like hell in Dunedin (well I was) but I've just found out he's spending my money on shitty foreign money through Trademe.
So he's dead. Very very dead.
I'm really pissed. No wait, I'm beyond pissed. I'm at the stage where I don't see reason, and the thought of going home and wacking him over the head with a frying pan seems justifiable. He got so angry with me for spending a measley four bucks on a book and then made me promise not to buy anything on there again - which I haven't, I might add. Sine I've been gone, which hasn't even been twenty four hours, he has made bids on five different things and won three of them already.
Grrrrrrrrr. I could kill him. It annoys me, that was my money and now I've got nothing left to use in Dunedin. I was going to buy him something too (fuck I'm a dumb bitch. I'm already wasting my money on him while I'm not supposed to know.) Now I've got nothing, not anything to even fill my car up with when I get home. He thinks he can go and blow money because he might get this Telecom job, but the key word is might - he might NOT get the job, and if he doesn't I think I might just NOT stay with him anymore. I'm SICK of being his ATM bitch, his chaeffeur, his whore he can fuck whenever he feels like it.
Maybe I should move away. Move far far away from him and my stupid job and everything that worries me in Christchurch. I have too much history with that place. It could be time to start afresh.
But I know it'll never happen. I've got no money, I don't know anyone, got no qualifications even. And my knuckles are killing me from all this furious typing. I just texted Gemma and told her to tell him to check his emails. I sent one nasty bitch of a letter to him and he's gonna reel because he can't get out of either predicament - he's gotta pay up to those sellers AND put up with my moods.
It's his own fucking fault though.
One day it'll happen. One day I would've saved up enough money to walk away from him and everything I've put myself through to make him happy.
Oh, and he can bet I'm not paying him to clean my car out. He should be begging for the honour to do it.
