Ignorance is not bliss

"Babe, Babe, Hello? Dickhead"

"Oh nice" He disappointingly replies.

"Oh, you heard that then?"

Back to ignorance. Dickhead.

"Babe, Babe, can you make a quick drink?"

Silence.

"Babe?"

"Oh what? Do it yourself"

Subjectively asking what and answering what simultaneously. Dickhead.

Dirty socks, smelly pants, 20 cups and nail clippings. Mine? No. His? Of course. Picking them up regardless of who did it? Little choice if I want my home to stay just that.

I ask for a drink, his response...

"Wait I'm watching football".

Absolute prick.

"Babe, can you take the rubbish out?"

"Later, I'm playing this."

Later comes, now there are two bags of rubbish.

Dickhead.

"Babe, can you make the bed as you always get out of it last."

"Yes!"

A slightly aggressive tone to say the least.

Has he made it? No.

Dickhead.

"Babe, I've got to finish this article, then I have some orders to make for customers. I've just tidied and cleaned upstairs, the washing is on, the animals fed and the kitchen bleached. Can you just vacuum the living room for me?"

"What?"

I repeat.

I'm met with a huff as he sits and watches the tenth video on football for the day. What a nag I must be.

Fast forward to the evening.

He climbs on the sofa, holds me and snuggles. He's made a sandwich and a coffee and washed up. Now he wants to watch something together and snuggle.

He'll be a dickhead again tomorrow. For now, it's on hold.

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