The phone rang this morning at 10:30am:
Caller: Is Mr. DH home?
Me: yeah (handing the phone to DH)
DH: (to person in phone) Uh, yeah. No I didn't. Uh, probably tomorrow. (hangs up)
Me: Who was that?
DH: The pawn shop.
My heart sank. I didn't say anything after that. I don't want to know what he hocked. Not my problem. Not my problem. Not my problem.
Except for that little part a while back where he was so grateful to me for paying off that stupid pawn shop when he hocked his brother's gun...he said he'd learned his lesson. He wouldn't do that again, for sure.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Again...and again....and again.....
Posted by Carol at 2:07 AM
Labels: bipolar, enabling, overspending
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As long as it wasn't anything that belonged to you....not your problem....not your problem...I will chant with you...:)
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