I mentioned this in a previous post. My now ex-husband quit working (without much consideration or discussion) and sat around the house all day gaming for months. I worked, sometimes 2 jobs, and was finishing up school. Over time, he did less and less around the house. I was frustrated with his spoiled, immature behavior and his refusal to get off his a** and get a job. He was entitled, and I would later realize a narcissist (clinical, not vain).

After about a month of watching our Halloween pumpkins rot on the porch, I became increasingly annoyed with his inability to toss them. I ask daily on my way out to work, nicely, because it always has to be f*ing nicely else we're branded nags for daring to ask that someone carry their share, to "please toss them" when he had a sec. I'd come home each day to the damn things curling and staining the porch. Finally sensing my palpable frustration with his grown son, his father came by and threw them out. Then he mentioned it to me as if to imply, "see now they are gone, problem solved." He was a wonderful, kind man, but he was an enabler who adored his son too much. Our problems went way deeper than a couple of deteriorating pumpkins on a porch.

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