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The Dog House

Since 2013 I have been seeing this guy, "J", off and on, and often I had to keep him in the dog's house for one reason or another.  Usually I place him in the dog's house because of some of things that come out of his mouth or his actions in which he believes is either something that a real man is not supposed to do or it is in my safety for him to do what he did.  Sidebar: I have lived in Turkey, like I need shelter. Right!  But let me tell you why he now has to find a new owner.

The second of March my grandmother passed away and a few days later my second father, Leroy, went into the hospital.  Needless to say both Pat, my second mother, and I were beside ourselves.  I, at that time, did not have the opportunity to grieve over my grandmother when we learned that Leroy had pneumonia while he was already suffering from a pancreatic disease, which was why he was there in the first place.  Not knowing what is going to happen next, Pat prepared the family members.  So I called "J", the guy, and I am telling him because at this point I am done asking him to come over comfort your aunt.  The words that came out of his mouth were "I trying to collect the facts?"  Collect the facts. . . . really? (Strike one.) Since I am keeping this blog clean, know that I did say some words and hung up the phone.  I took a five minutes breather and called him back.  Yes I know some of you ladies would have not bothered.  However, I called him back to acknowledge that I was way emotional but it does not mean that I was not thinking clearly.  According to him, I was not.  (Strike two)  I was thinking clear enough to tell that him how he should really stop with his foolish pride and come over and spend some time with his aunt.  (There is a big back story with this and I will probably tell you later.)  I was then told to stay out of his business when it comes to his relationship with his aunt.  He is right about that, so he needs to stop asking me about his aunt's business and come over here and learn for his self as to what is going on with her. 

Ladies and gentlemen, the words that then came out of his mouth (strike three); again I am keeping this blog clean, however it did followed with him hanging up of his phone.  Since then I had not heard anything from him (strike 4 - 19) until Mother's Day when he sent me a text wishing me Happy Mother's Day.  Now gentlemen, do you think he deserves a response? No I did not give him one because he is in the dog house.  Me not calling him during that time means he is in the dog house!  How long will I keep him in the dog's house?  Well. . . . He has to find a new owner because I no longer want any more pets!

Let me tell you where strikes 20 - 42 come in at.  The following week I get a text from him say that I was rude and inconsiderate.  And I respond with "Are you lonely?"  The remaining the conversation was this:
"J": What? You are very rude and selfish.
Me: You are the reason for the rudeness.
"J": Wow and you could not say "thank you!" (Strikes 43 - 74)
Me: I have been grieving over my grandmother's death and having to deal with Leroy, and you want to call me selfish.  You are the ONLY person I am being selfish to.  Your lack of sympathy and understanding is why you did not get a "thank you!"

What I going to say applies to both men and women, being insensitive to your partner is not the  right thing to do.  Even when you don't understand, just be there.  What makes relationships work well is understanding what the other person is going thru or at least making an effort to understand, which was something that "J" was not trying to do nor has he in the past.  You not making that effort is how you get in the dog house.  And some women have the tendency to keeping their boyfriend\husband in the dog house  until he realizes what he has done wrong.   But then again we do have some women who find it fun to have him in the dog house anyway! 

On my end, one I have ran out of Alpo and two, I am no longer willing to continue to insure the house.  I saw some Steve Madden's that I want.

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