to my already vile day. A few days back I got the ex’s wife to check out a book from the university library. The plan was for me to scan a few patterns I’ve wanted to do and to return it. My scanner is ten years old…that idea went to shit. My husband offered to take the book to work and make copies there, unfortunately, he could only do a few bits a day and didn’t get to the ones I really wanted before today. I have gone to three different places and couldn’t get it done. The reason for the rush? The ex’s wife has it in her head that the dogs will destroy the book or I’ll color in it or in some way by it being in my possession it will disintegrate. Every day, for the last three days I’ve been met with “are you done yet” as I go to pick up the kid after school.
I’ve had enough, I wasn’t meant to knit that particular sweater and if I want it, I will save until I have the 250.00 to purchase the out of print book from Amazon. That is how much I hate this shit. I honestly feel that 250.00 is worth the price not to deal with her.
