Haymarket
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Literally after I asked about the social worker when my son was born for that thread on Mariah Carey
We haven't talked for days, I messed up. I told him last year I was having trouble paying for my Summer semester so I took out two credit cards to pay my balance for school and put him as an authorized user. I asked him to help me prior, but he refused. I helped him write his papers in undergrad and I was taken aback that he had the means but wouldn't help. So I went into survival mode. He knew about all this. This year they accidently dropped my aid again,and I did not have enough.
I went to the credit company and they said they could increase my credit limit if I put my husband as the primary. It was just a quick phone call and a yes. I did not know it would report to his credit, it was still on mine. I put that on everything. So I told him and he was mad. I planned to pay to a zero balance once I got my aid in October. Usually I do that. I accepted part fully and know I did something wrong.
He was talking about how he was an individual. He says that alot. We we first got married, he would not introduced me to his friend, I did not even know their names, claiming he was an individual. He did not tell his mother about me, his wife until after my son was born 2 years later. That was weird to me, I just figured it was something cultural, but it still hurt, all of it and it still does. But during this situation, I sat back and ate whatever he said to me and acknowledge my fault.
When I came back from work this week, I would go straight to the kitchen to cook and notice the dish and trash kept accumulating and the area where he slept on the couch was getting clutter. Not like him at all. The day before yesterday, I came in, started cooking. He had played video games all day and was playing at the moment too. My son was outside playing water games and I went to tell him to come in. I came back and the food was burning. It was a noticeable but he was still playing his game. I was trying to salvage dinner while my son ran upstairs to take a bath. He had ran his bath water too hot and was screaming blood murder. My husband was alot closer and still sat there. I could hardly breath. I yell my husbands name really loud. Still sat there. I told my son not to get back in the tub and wait for me to come upstairs.
We haven't talked for days, I messed up. I told him last year I was having trouble paying for my Summer semester so I took out two credit cards to pay my balance for school and put him as an authorized user. I asked him to help me prior, but he refused. I helped him write his papers in undergrad and I was taken aback that he had the means but wouldn't help. So I went into survival mode. He knew about all this. This year they accidently dropped my aid again,and I did not have enough.
I went to the credit company and they said they could increase my credit limit if I put my husband as the primary. It was just a quick phone call and a yes. I did not know it would report to his credit, it was still on mine. I put that on everything. So I told him and he was mad. I planned to pay to a zero balance once I got my aid in October. Usually I do that. I accepted part fully and know I did something wrong.
He was talking about how he was an individual. He says that alot. We we first got married, he would not introduced me to his friend, I did not even know their names, claiming he was an individual. He did not tell his mother about me, his wife until after my son was born 2 years later. That was weird to me, I just figured it was something cultural, but it still hurt, all of it and it still does. But during this situation, I sat back and ate whatever he said to me and acknowledge my fault.
When I came back from work this week, I would go straight to the kitchen to cook and notice the dish and trash kept accumulating and the area where he slept on the couch was getting clutter. Not like him at all. The day before yesterday, I came in, started cooking. He had played video games all day and was playing at the moment too. My son was outside playing water games and I went to tell him to come in. I came back and the food was burning. It was a noticeable but he was still playing his game. I was trying to salvage dinner while my son ran upstairs to take a bath. He had ran his bath water too hot and was screaming blood murder. My husband was alot closer and still sat there. I could hardly breath. I yell my husbands name really loud. Still sat there. I told my son not to get back in the tub and wait for me to come upstairs.
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Good luck with school.
