Well, TGIF, because I don't think I could really handle this week again. My husband is quite the grouch these days and can't seem to understand that I do need his help with these dogs. His idea of "helping" is to watch tv and set the toybox out for the pup. So, if Bullet doesn't "tell him" he has to go out, and has an accident on the comforter on the floor on my carpet, then it's Oh, I didn't know. How come I can be here all day with him with two other dogs without these problems? On top of that, he was supposed to be watching the dog while I was upstairs last night doing bills, and then ordered him something off the internet, and then worked on my deceased dog, Tony's memorial for the greyhound group to be submitted for publication and he is screeching and screaming "what am I doing so long upstairs on the internet?" Mind you I have no time to myself, we have dial up here and it takes forever. Then he accuses me of looking at SD's blog, which I wasn't as I have other things to do, and I have met him outside. I took one of the dogs and he is still screeching at me about this. So, at 10 last night, there are 3 dogs outside, and he just throws the puppy's lead at me, and have the other two dogs as well, and gets his keys and takes off in a huff. Yep, he leaves the house, leaving me with the responsibilities and I didn't do anything wrong. So, I am trying to stay calm, and am sitting here thinking he's a real ass, and I need to get the dogs together and get back to work because there is absolutely no way in hell that I will be dependent or beholden to any man ever again. He comes back about 10:45 and gets his clothes together for work after walking by me and the dogs. I've left the paperwork for Tony's memorial on the kitchen table but he ignores it. Meanwhile, the puppy took a dump in the house even though my husband claimed he took him out. And you wonder why I am annoyed and tired about all the laundry and his immature attitude. So, he finally looks at the memorial paperwork that I've written on Tony and also found 2 poems and typed and attached them as well. And he is crying and tells me it's really nice. But he does this stuff to me too frequently now. It's just not okay to walk out on somebody and then say, oh, I shouldn't have done it. We all have breaking points and I think that I am starting to splinter. This is what happens when the issues with your stepkids just keep going on and on and on. I am making plans to take the real estate class and work from the house so I can watch the dogs. That will at least give me back an income. My previous line of work was in accounting but going into the city to work is too far (at least an hour) and I can't get the online classes because we only have dialup. You have no idea how grateful I am that the weekend is coming.