Monday, March 04, 2013
I'm really getting tired of this. He just won't quit. I don't know how much longer I can put up with these things.
The first one - last December, we made an arrangement. We were at the dance competion in Vegas, and he could see how much I missed dancing. It was written all over my face. We talked about it, and he was okay with me getting back into it. Lessons are a trip - 10 hour drive each way. Then competitions, etc. I also need to practice. It's a big commitment, but I miss it so much even 4 years later.
Well, so much for his support. when I mentioned I may not be ready to compete in Calgary, he asked when I'm going to cancel my hotel room. The entire time we were talking about competitions, I told him the other canadian one is in Edmonton in the fall. He basically wouldn't hear of it. It's another 10 hour drive, but it's not flights, etc.
He's pushed me too far with this one. I'm going to do my best to compete in Calgary. And I'm going to Edmonton. I've also decided I'm going to Chicago this summer as well - another competition.
These weekends are AMAZING. They are not only competition. There are up to 5 additional dance floors of lessons going on. All day. Social dancing every night. A big show on Saturday night - many people dress pretty formal for it.
I've decided there will be no more discussion on these. I will tell him when I'm booking flights, and he's welcome to sit in the seat next to me. That's it. We won't discuss these as holidays, etc anymore.
Yesterday he got mad at me for putting some salad fixings in the cart. I got the smallest container of strawberries. I figured I'd use half for salads - there were 3 days of salads needed to be made. The other half could be used in some home made ice cream and frozen. Well, he got pissy. So I gave up. I took every scrap of salad fixings out of the cart and put them back. Refused to eat anything yesterday. There's no WAY he's going to dictate what I can eat, and when I can eat it. He can go to HE!!
I figured a nights sleep would help. I guess not. I guess now I've got to decide if I want to be dragged to Vegas or not. I'm leaning towards not!