Follow-up to SD22's 'apology'
To recap SD22's apology worthy of a 5yo....
On Thursday, I received a text from SD22 that simply said "sorry".
I texted back "Sorry for what?"
SD: dad sd i hd 2 say sorry tell him i did
SD: wl dad gv me my $
I never replied to SD's question about DH giving her "her" money. For one, DH already told her she wasn't getting ANYTHING for Christmas of 2018 and might lose out on Christmas of 2019 if she didn't apologize to me. Two; there's a snowball's chance in Hell that I would advocate for SD in any way, shape, or form. She could fall all over herself apologizing, give me flowers, and take me out for dinner at the most expensive restaurant in the world, and I wouldn't lit a finger to help her. She burned that bridge to a crisp and the wormhole is forever closed. Period.
So guess who came knocking on our door Saturday morning? That's right - Miss Moneygrubber herself. To further expound on her level of idiocy, I have to add... my DH works second shift. He doesn't get home until midnight or later, depending on road conditions. He had a beeyotch of a time Friday night and didn't get home 'til almost 1:30am. He typically stays up until 3am or so, unwinding from work. He was up until almost 4:30am because he was so keyed up from the drive home. On non-skid weekends...
- DH sleeps until 11am or noon.
- If DH is up and at 'em BEFORE 11am, it's because he's in pain.
- Anyone bothering DH before 11am (even if he's awake) can expect an uber-cranky response (I speak when spoken to!l).
Now, on a SKID weekend, DH still sleeps until 9:30-10am and it's rough. He will take an afternoon nap because he simply cannot 'go' like he once did (we're not spring chickens any more!).
What time did SD22 come a'knocking? 7:27am. 2 hours before DH is awake on a skid weekend. I was curled up on the couch with my nose in a book and sipping my FIRST cup of coffee. DH had just staggered into the bathroom, when someone pounded on the door. I freaking PANICKED and couldn't get my legs untangled from the covers when they pounded again. From the bathroom, I hear DH yell "GAWDDAMMIT!!!" and he STOMPED to the door in his skivvies. I was scrambling to get there first, but hell hath no fury like a PO'd and cranky bear. DH SLAMMED open the door to SD22, hand raised to pound again.
WARNING: DH swears like the jarhead he is when he's tired and MAD.
DH: What the F*CK do you want? Do you know what f*cking time it is?!?!?!
SD: Aniki never texted me back.
DH: SO F*CKING WHAT? What the hell do you want?!
SD: I apologized to Aniki and came for my Christmas money.
DH: WHAAAAAAAAAT?! Are you out of your GD mind???
SD: Well I... ~gets cut off by DH~
DH: "Daddy told me to" is NOT A DAMN APOLOGY. You're not a GD 8 year old. You're 22, dammit.
SD: But you said... ~gets cut off by DH~
DH: I'M NOT FINISHED!!!
SD: Dad.. ~gets cut off by DH~
DH: SHUT THE F*CK UP!!!
~SD does lovely impression of fish out of water - lips flapping~
DH: For the LAST DAMN TIME. You FORFEITED your Chrismtas gift because of your SH*T behavior. You do NOT tell me what to do. You do NOT tell me how to live my life. You want to boss someone around, get a GD boyfriend. And you STILL owe Aniki a damn apology. GOOD BYE! ~SLAM~
As DH turned around to stomp back to bed, I quietly handed him some tramadol and a glass of water. I love my husband.