So, the best week of my life is ending, has come to an end.
C-Dub made it that way.
Soooooooo, my hubby has a friend. You know, that friend that you can't stand. That friend that you tolerate because, hey, it's his friend?
Let's call him Freddie Kruger, or FK for short.
So about 2 weeks ago, FK came over to the house to talk to C-Dub about a possible “business” opportunity. He came with his new wife.( I don't really like her, she's shady, and I swear I know her from somewhere, but she keeps saying no….) They hop in the car and drive off.
So C-dub comes back and……he smells.
“What have you been smoking?” I ask politely, KNOWING that he couldn't possibly have been smoking what I think he was.
“Well, you know, they were smoking some weed, and I just took a puff and …….”
Now, at the time, he was stressed about not having a job and all with no prospects in sight, but still.
Fast forward a couple of weeks. He gets the part time gig on Tuesday, they ask him to take a drug test.
Can you guess where this story is headed?
Yes…..so no part time job.
And what about that 3rd interview on Tuesday?
I'm sorry, but…….
WHAT THE FUCK WAS HE THINKING?
Obviously he wasn't.
I didn't say anything that Sunday. All I did was shake my head. He knew I didn't like it, but at that point I wasn't really worried about it or anything. No prospects were in sight.
So he calls me this afternoon, sounding all pitiful about how he “messed up”. And could I forgive him? And was I mad?
What do you think? I just couldn't answer him. I had no words.
At the time.
Fucking up is for 20 year olds! Not for 33 year old men who know better! Not for men with responsibilities who are looking for jobs!
What am I going to do?
I was sure that all this time,God was trying to teach us something in each of our own struggles. I didn't know what God was trying to teach C-Dub, but I knew, he hadn't learned the lesson. But I thought that now, with everything coming together, that yes, he had learned what he needed to, or gone through the struggle he needed to, to get where we need to be.
I guess not.
I am so upset.
I am so hurt.
I am so humiliated.
I am so mad that I am going to have to keep working this 2nd job at the hospital. That I wil continue to be stressed out, overworked, and the only one working. While I am pregnant.
I was soo looking forward to it, I was making plans! Such a load had been lifted from my shoulders. I felt so light and free!