This is how the next 3 hours go. 12 o'clock rolls around Alan and Elle come back. I roll my eyes yet again thinking ... Wow, out late. Knew they wouldn't make it home before 12. Both dogs are dancing and barking at the door. In walks Elle. Alan right behind her. "Move." Alan tells Elle. Elle just takes a step to the side and Alan goes into the bedroom. We all know what he's doing...rolling a blunt or packing a bowl.
Elle opens her mouth as she shuts the door. "So ... get this ..." and she's off. I can always tell how mad Elle is by how fast she speaks. "I grabbed her by her hair and ..." Wow. She really is pist. Why is it that a girl so much taller and bigger than another feels the need to grab the other by the hair? "Because she'd been drinking and ..." Ah, that's why. The girl she's talking about is her friend. She has some strange friendships. Can't really say anything ... I do to. "And then she got back into the car and we were going to ..." Go all the way around the bush just to hit the bush. "So, anyway, I'm tired and going to take a shower. HEY, ALAN! TAKE SCOTTY OUT. I'M GOING TO SHOWER."
"No. You do it. I'm busy."
"FINE. Come on, Scotty. Since your daddy won't take you out I'll do it. You'll just have ..." and out the door she goes; muttering to herself again.
Shaking my head I go back to my Kindle. A short time later she walks back in, heads straight to the shower, you hear the shower turn on and Alan goes outside. After about 20 minutes Elle walks outside. I know to stay inside for the next 45 minutes. Their smoking weed and it makes me sick to my stomach. After about an hour Roger, Meme and I head outside to smoke a cigarette. Not 5 minutes into the cigarette Alan and Elle say "good night", get Scotty and go back inside. An hour after they have gone to bed Roger gives me a kiss, says "Love ya." and goes to bed himself. Meme goes with him of course.
I return to my Kindle. As I read the last few chapters of the book on my Kindle I'll give you some background on my household family. Sound good? ... Okay, here we go...
Roger is a 60 year old man. Been married 4 times (I'm the fourth). Has 3 boys, one by each ex-wife. Has worked almost all his life. Is now unemployed and drawing SSD. His hobbies are watching TV, talking to his friends, getting on FB on his cell phone, and anything to do with motor cycles. He's blind in his right eye, has scoliosis and severe arthritis. He is 5'11", 147 lbs, white, long gray hair and beard, milk chocolate brown eyes. I am the longest relationship he has ever had. Is a stay at home kinda guy. Can't stand having other people live with him for long ... 6 months at most then it becomes an issue. Has GED and went to college.
Me ... I'm a 35 year old woman. This is my first and last marriage (nothing against marriage). Can't keep a job because I don't work well with others. One word to describe me is ... LAZY!! Most others would describe me as ... BITCH!! Yeah, I'd say both describe me very well. Roger and I have 3 male/1 female cats, 1 dog (looking for another), several chickens (he wants more), and 1 male turkey (he wants to add a female). My home is turning into a petting zoo. My hobbies include ... reading, eating, sleeping, playing games, animals (wolves are my favorite). I don't mind others staying with us so long as they don't over stay their welcome or don't step on any toes. Not an easy thing to do. Did not finish school.
Alan is a 27 year old man. Never been married. May have a son in Texas. Has crazy exes. Works hard, when he works. Plays even harder, when he can. Is addicted to weed, loves having and spending money. He lives with us; has for 2 years and doesn't plan on leaving any time soon. Is a Momma's Boy. Shares a dog (Scotty) with Elle and some chickens (obsessed with) in back yard. Did not finish school.
Elle is a 24 year old woman. Been married once before. No children. Works when she can. Lazy at home, not at work. Is a dog and horse type of gal. Money (having/spending), weed, friends, FB, politics and news are her hobbies and interest. Is a Daddy's Girl. Shares a dog (Scotty) with Alan. Has her GED.
Roger and my relationship ... started dating, a month later moved in, got engaged 4 months later and then married 11 months after that. We've had 5 major spats since we first got together. After 7 miscarriages and moving 11 times we finally have our own home. Only he calls the trailer mine 'cause he didn't want it. He wanted to move to another state at the time. Roger has had 3 jobs and I have had 9 since we got together. We've been together for 15 (going on 16) years. We've had 15 people live with us at different times; some multiple times. The longest to live with us has been his son; Alan and Alan's fiancé'; Elle. They've lived with us for 2 years. We have little disagreements every once in a while. We don't argue, fuss or fight. He is my best-friend and I trust him completely. Sex-life is non-existent.
Alan and Elle's relationship (from what I can tell) ... flirting for a couple months, started dating, moved in two weeks later, got engaged 2 or 3 months later. Have lived in 4 different places. Used to have physical fights, now mostly verbal. Argue daily. He's had 4 jobs and she's had 5; I think. Has sex on nightly bases.
Oh, lookie there ... I'm tired. Bed time. Turning off the Kindle I head to the bathroom for one last go. Getting done with that I head to the bedroom. Walking in I am greated by Meme. She's waiting for me. Shutting the door I start to head to the end of the bed. Damn! I just tripped over Meme. "Well, stay out from under my feet!" I whisper, as I caught myself on the dresser. Moving along to the end of the bed I remove the clothes I've worn for that day and dump them on the floor in front of my arm ware. Grabbing the post of the bed I head around to the other side, sliding my feet so I don't re-trip over Meme. Getting to the other side I flip the covers off the end of the bed; 'cause I don't like having anything on my feet or legs as I go to sleep. Moving up the bed I grab the covers; making sure I have enough to cover me (Roger likes to steal them before I get to bed) I climb in.
Turning towards Roger I whisper yell "Meme, come on." She jumps up on the bed, comes over to me, lies down and gives me a kiss, I pet her for a minute, roll over and she jumps down. Closing my eyes and about to go to sleep my DARLING husband (note the sarcasm) makes an annoying sound. Great, he's snoring! I roll half way over and blow a puff of breath at his face. He stops for a while. Rolling back over and just about to go back to sleep he does it again. This time I tap him with my foot and blow a puff of breath at his face. He stops again. This goes on for about a hour before he rolls over facing away from me and stops snoring long enough for me to go to sleep. Ah, peace at last!
