Two Can Play That Game (October 2016)

You know the one; the game of "Gratefulness and Gratitude".

Tonight I bought groceries for the house using MY bridge card. I don't mind contributing this, seriously, I don't. When I got home I brought the milk in first thinking (silly me) that that would let him know I was back and the car needed to be unloaded. 

Not a chance. 

Instead he starts bitching about a full and tied off garbage bag sitting on the kitchen floor for three days and was there a reason why I hadn't taken care of it? Jokingly I told him when he stopped throwing his trash into the kitchen sink, then we'd talk. He said, "Fuck that, I want it done now." I told him it was all about compromising. He basically told me to fuck off. So, he didn't help me unload the groceries, he bitched about the trash, gave me instructions on where the groceries go, and was basically an asshole. Which I have come to find is his normal.

Well, I'm going to stop doing all the nice little things I've been doing, like the dishes, vacuming, cleaning the kitchen floor, dusting, making sure the main bathroom is clean. I've even vacumed the furniture! It's going to suck to be him when he demands I do these things and I say something like, "I did those things to show you my appreciation for letting me stay here.  When you started taking me for granted, and stopped appreciating things I was doing, I thought, why bother?  The fact that this is YOUR place, and the fact that you had to make sure I was aware of it every second of every day, really got old." 

The thing that pissed me off the most, was when I would be watching a show on the living room television, he would pick up the remote and change the station saying "My house, my rules."

What's worse? He is teaching his kids the exact same behavior.  The exact same "entitlement" chip sits on their shoulders.