In huge need of a vent!!

Anybody who reads this can take it all with a grain of salt. I'm just in a *****y mood and need to get it off my chest. I don't feel like I have anybody else to dump this all on so here's as good a place as any!!

My car - something has been wrong with it forever. It dies every morning at the first two lights nearest my house. It's quite frustrating. The brake light has been on forever, and the check engine light keeps coming on too. The door locks have been acting up ever since somebody broke into the car - a year and a half ago!! I'm pretty sure dh told me he'd fix the door locks and I could have sworn he told me he'd take it in to his uncle's shop one morning and check it out to see if he could discover what is wrong with. Well either I'm remembering it wrong or he never said it, either way I'm irritated about it. If he never said it then I guess I should get over it but I'm pretty sure he did say it so it's hard to get over!

Well this week I finally decided enough was enough and I was calling the dealer to have it looked at and fixed. I don't know of any mechanics in the area and work on Honda's so I didn't know where else to take it. DH chose not to offer any input in that area other than "go ahead and take it in" - so I called and made an appointment.

Took it in this afternoon and just received the call about how much it would cost. Now I'm not one to have a huge problem with foreigners and immigrants - if you come here legally and get work and make a life for yourself - more power to you! But neither of the guys who I talked to this afternoon had English as their primary language. In person it's ok. I can watch your lips and understand everything you're saying. On the phone - a different story. So the guy calls to tell me what's wrong and I can't understand hardly anything he's saying - spark plugs, brake fluid, distributer cap was about all I got out of his explanation. I finally called dh and told him to call and take care of it. I'm not generally sexist, and I lean towards womens lib, but really - isn't it the dh's job to take care of the car for the wife? I know that's not fair - if something happened to him I'd have to take care of it, but you know, nothing has happened to him.

Maybe I'm just already irritated with him about the stupid video games on the computer so I'm not cutting him any slack. But really is my company that bad? You can't think of anything to ask me to do or to share with me in the evening? You have to spend the entire evening/night in front of the computer interacting with and enjoying the company of others. And every once in a while you think it's ok to just "throw me a bone" - make a comment about what I'm watching on tv or what I'm doing so it seems like you're really still here with me of your slightly interested in what I'm doing. Yea right. I don't even respond to your comments but do you notice. What's the point? The comments come across as insincere and as an attempt to assuage your own guilt. You're not here with me, the house could be on fire and we'd have to shout your name three times before you realized it and then you'd probably have to finish the round before you could leave the house.

I'm pretty sure if I were to take an extended vacation I wouldn't be missed - oh the kids might miss me since they rely on me to get them where they want to go and for their meals. DH would say of course he would miss me but I don't really think so. He doesn't appear to miss me when I'm sitting right here so why would me being gone be any different?

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Well the phone rang and I was called away from my venting. Just as well - perspective happens when you take a step back from the heat of the moment. I'm sure life will get easier - it always does.