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So as I'm putting together my lunch and about to head out the door to work this morning, struggling with being sick mostly because of my allergies, the ex catches me in a 'conversational' mood. I try not to be cynical, but her 1) catching me at all, and 2) being conversational are pretty rare events alone, not to mention combined.
I get to telling her how I'm struggling not to get really sick because of allergy season and how I slept 11 1/2 hours last night because I felt so awful.
She in turn, literally seconds after hearing this, asks me, "Can I have a dog in the house for a week?"
Gee, let me think for a miNo!
"But I'll keep it in my room."
And then she tells me that she'll have to spend a week away then. And she says it with such a meaning in her voice, like she expects me to cave in because being without her around for a week would just be so awful or something.
Meanwhile I'm having to literally bite my tongue not to yell out BONUS! I mean what the hell?
I'm just surprised that she actualy asked me at all with the way she's been lately. I still wouldn't put it past her to try to hide the dog somewhere in the house. If she does, she's out on her ass. I said no, I'm fighting hard not to be sick lately, and I've already been waaaaay too nice to her. I'm really just getting so sick of her and her manipulations. It's just ... sick!