Wasted Food

Living with an alcoholic is a horrible experience. I recommend if anyone you want to date drinks heavily, to NOT date them. Cut them off immediately. Delete their number. Do not persue them or you’ll regret it like I’m doing right now.

Doing random things like leaving food out in random places is a thing they do. I made liver and onions for dinner the other night, only to find it just randomly placed on top of the bins. One thing I hate is wasted food. Now you might be thinking, it was just a mistake leaving it out. No. He has walked past the food several times today and I refuse to throw it away myself because I am not an enabler. He’s always complaining about the roaches but this is what he does. Regularly.

He’s a slob.  He does this all the time. In the past he has left plates of food and even a whole chicken thigh on the counter and a whole slice of pizza on the floor and left it there.

Frankly, I think his drinking is giving him dementia. He tells the same stories over and over again. He says and asks about things that he literally just asked me, and I answered, about 5 -10 minutes ago. He’s looking for a nurse and I ain’t it.

Really hope this job comes through. Maybe I’ll hear from them next week. I just can’t wait to leave. Sick of this shit.