Falling Apart

We just got internet service at our home after several years without. The hubby now spends hours online looking at Auto Trader. If I sit down to look at anything he asks me if I'm looking at Auto Trader, as if. The other day I was shoe shopping, my all-time favorite thing to do. I've not bought any really great shoes in a while. I'm not happy about it. Anyway, I told him I was shopping for shoes. I asked him what his response would be if I told him that, unless I bought a lot of new shoes I would become physically ill. His response was to sputter indignantly and roll his eyes as he walked away from me. Exactly what I expected.

I shopped for shoes but didn't buy anything. I found a lot that I liked though. When I was finished I told him that I hadn't made a purchase even though it meant that I would become sick. He said "Yeah" in that way he says it as if he doesn't believe me.

I was loading the dishwasher two evenings ago and my hip started to hurt terribly.It continued to do so all night, so badly that I almost couldn't walk when I got up the next morning. I told him that I knew why it was hurting, because I didn't buy shoes. He didn't believe it. I'm not absolutely sure if it's a physical manifestation of my desire to buy new shoes or my extreme dislike for loading the dishwasher. Either way, I'm pretty sure I'm on my own.

He also won't agree to my purchasing any more purses, although I haven't bought a new one in a long time, something like four months. He doesn't care that I'm falling apart because of this complete desperation.

All of the shoes pictured here are fantastic and I'd love
to have any of them. I've got a birthday coming up, if anyone should think about
me. I wear a size 6.