I do love my sense of luck. I say there won't be a conversation and lo and behold he musters the ability to get online for a bit.
We discussed the possibility of him speaking to a higher up, he told me he's tried and that as I said, they don't care and if he took hour cut backs he literally would not be able to afford to live. We discussed the possibility of a new job, he's of the mind a new place would be the same way, with cruel supervisors and the like. I'm going to see if I can break him out that mindset. We also discussed my moving and we confirmed neither of us have the means to support the both of us at present. What I'm thinking is right now working not only to convince him to seek a better job and that they're not all that bad (they can't be), but to whip myself into shape enough to possibly get a part time job either here or there and bring in some money so that I could essentially help be bread and butter. That last bit will be hard as I'm half the support in this current household and I'm kinda panicked about leaving, but I know this won't be overnight.
I believe he mentioned once there are three types of girlfriends/boyfriends: the sword, the armor, and the shield. The sword will defend and attack those who come near their love with hurtful intent, the armor will protect at an arm's length, and the shield will protect first and foremost rushing to the fallen love's side instead of giving offense to the attacker. He described himself as the shield, whereas I am apparently the sword because I am fighting ruthlessly and (at present) mindlessly to slay the offenders in order to protect.
I'm not sure if the idea I have now is ideal, but it's a heck of a lot more sensible than whining.
We discussed the possibility of him speaking to a higher up, he told me he's tried and that as I said, they don't care and if he took hour cut backs he literally would not be able to afford to live. We discussed the possibility of a new job, he's of the mind a new place would be the same way, with cruel supervisors and the like. I'm going to see if I can break him out that mindset. We also discussed my moving and we confirmed neither of us have the means to support the both of us at present. What I'm thinking is right now working not only to convince him to seek a better job and that they're not all that bad (they can't be), but to whip myself into shape enough to possibly get a part time job either here or there and bring in some money so that I could essentially help be bread and butter. That last bit will be hard as I'm half the support in this current household and I'm kinda panicked about leaving, but I know this won't be overnight.
I believe he mentioned once there are three types of girlfriends/boyfriends: the sword, the armor, and the shield. The sword will defend and attack those who come near their love with hurtful intent, the armor will protect at an arm's length, and the shield will protect first and foremost rushing to the fallen love's side instead of giving offense to the attacker. He described himself as the shield, whereas I am apparently the sword because I am fighting ruthlessly and (at present) mindlessly to slay the offenders in order to protect.
I'm not sure if the idea I have now is ideal, but it's a heck of a lot more sensible than whining.
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