Times they are hard. Not to the point of poverty, but I’m not exactly rolling in it.
Last month she asked me if I would like to go see George Michael. Not really, no. But I relented and agreed because I thought it might be good for us to do something together. Tickets in the region of £80 each. Who ends up paying for them? Me.
If you wanted to ask, “will you buy tickets so we can see George Michael?” then just say that don’t drop a fucking bombshell of “oh I haven’t got any money you will have to pay for them”. It’s not like I had any choice either when Terry had put them on his credit card.
I sold my bike this month in order to pay off a debt. I used £80 of it to pay for the roof to be fixed.
She wants me to pay the car tax (on her car) this month too. That’s another £80.
Yesterday she dropped the boy’s school photo order form on the mantle piece and said, “put your card details on when you’re ready”. That’s another £30. Running total, £190. From £341 for the bike. Once eBay have taken their 10% it leaves me with very little left. So much for paying off debt. This is what the selling of the bike was all about.
Fucking annoyed doesn’t cover it.
But am I annoyed at paying out this money or am I annoyed that I am too much of a coward to say no?