November 13, 2013
I apologize for my endless amounts of ranting, but i just have too right now. I will post pictures or something positive soon, I promise.
I once was an apartment manager. I held down that job and earned HALF, yes HALF, of our income. At first, my husband kept his cab driving job, so we'd have insurance and extra cash, but eventually he quit and managed with me, but he did maintenance. I may not have been in different apartments, doing random maintenance jobs, but believe me... office work at an apartment is also pretty damn complicated.
You take complaints. Maintenance complaints, noise complaints, etc...
You take rent payments. We did not have computers for that. it was all in a ledger book. All by hand. I did that. It was quite a system, but I was used to that and okay with it.
You show apartments and try and "sell" them to people. answer questions.
Answer the phones
You try to keep a bunch of people happy and, believe me, it's not always possible.
You deal with crazy shits.
And really, I'm just happy that 85% of the tenants were decent human beings. but you always have the crazy ones who slip through. I would try my hardest to keep out the crazies, but people can fool you.
My point though is, my husband really talks down to me. He talked down to me then, he still talks down to me. And you can say, "Just leave, Megan". And I wouldn't disagree with that. But when you're scared of someone, it can be complicated. I'm working on getting strength. Until then, this is my frustration coming out.
I eventually had Brianna. While I'm trying to heal from giving birth, try and breastfeed my baby, hold her and bond with her, I still had to care for the office. I didn't get no stupid maternity leave. Pssh.
I EARNED half of our income. And yet, when we had a discussion about which type of juice we prefered, and I mentioned that I preffered bottled juice to frozen, my husband says to me, "Well, you can get a job and pay for it yourself".
AND I WAS WORKING, DAMNIT.
I had to call him and get permission to get an effing nursing bra! A NURSING BRA!
I remember after we were first married, I wanted to get a CD. Yes, a $12 CD. And granted, at the time, I didn't work, but I was SOOO scared to ask him if I could get it. So scared. My voice was shaking, I was almost in tears asking him and he let me.
BUT WHY SHOULD I FEEL THAT WAY?!?!?!
i recently made a purchase and got told that, "since you don't earn the money..."
And he has also said that if I want a specific car, I need to get a job and pay for it.
I at one time did earn half of our money.
And I have been taking care of our child.
And I guess I don't deserve shit.