I knew it was coming. It was only a matter of time.When the husband came home from work tonight, he needed me to run to the store for pizza, pop and almond joys. Then as I was reaching for the keys, "oh, and as long as you're in town...how 'bout picking me up a can of snuff." So, I took a deep breath and told him no. I know exactly what getting him a can will turn into--if I do it once, I'll keep doing it. I heard a lot of ranting and raving, but kept telling him "no" and walked out the door. I also knew what it would be when I got home. More ranting and raving, because he really thought I'd bring it home. That I'd feel so bad for making him mad, that I'd bring him a can. Because in his words "he just needs one to get him through tomorrow and then I'll quit on vacation." But I know that if I buy it for him here, I'll end up buying it for him in Florida and then again when we get back home. And I'm done. I'm done getting the weird looks from the cashiers (of course the looks probably won't be as bad as when I was pregnant and buying it). I'm just done with it all. It won't hurt him to realize just how much money it takes out of our budget.
So now he's gone to get his precious can and grumbling all the way. Of course it's all my fault that he has to go to WalMart--the only store still open, the gas stations are even closed now. I'm sure I'll have to listen to more of it when he gets home, but hopefully with a little nicotine in his system, he'll be a bit calmer. Sigh.
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