Today as I was driving home from work at 5pm, my mom called to see if I was home yet. I'd been home about 5 minutes when my doorbell rang. It was my mom and dad, come to yell at Tony (who was still asleep) for not cutting the grass and just generally not doing what he's supposed to do and to shape up or ship out. The better part of an hour was spent with my mom yelling at Tony while I sat on the couch. The last part of the hour was an all out screaming match between the three of them.
Tony kept saying he would go if I told him to (I told him to two Sundays ago, but you see how that turned out). And they kept asking if I wanted him to go.
I've been distancing myself and mentally preparing for the fact that he wouldn't get a job by December (his shape up deadline), but I didn't want him to go today. I guess deep down there was a slight hope that he loved me enough to prove it and get his act together.
After all this and repeatedly with the "leave" "I'll leave if she tells me to" "do you want him to leave" and everything escalating (mostly b/c Tony can't keep his mouth shut and just say "yes, I'll straighten up") I finally said "just go."
Which was followed by an elaborate and lengthy show of packing. This is the part where when we did this alone, he would stop packing to shout some more, and then try talking and buy himself some more time. My mom was all worked up and POed and started cleaning (my house is a complete wreck b/c I refused to do house work while I was the only one working and Tony's idea of contributing to the housework was cooking dinner at 10 o'clock at night, leaving the leftovers to sit out all night and leaving the dirty dishes for an inderterminate amount of days).
Mom and dad would not leave until he left and he was taking his time (probably waiting for them to leave so he could stay). His truck had a flat tire (for months) so he had to pump it up, then it wouldn't start b/c the battery was dead, then my dad tried jumping his battery, but it wouldn't hold a charge, then my dad put his truck battery in Tony's truck, but it flooded, then they called a cab and apparently my dad made him get in the cab by saying the next car that came would be a squad car, and finally at 10pm the taxi pulled away - to Kenner I presume.
I am so embarassed to have it go this way. I was just too tired, too stressed, and too emotionally drained to even begin to put myself even further in the middle. I guess I figured now is as good a time as any; Save myself even more stress; I've just been putting off the inevitable. I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
I guess when you can't even have fun at Disney World together it's a sure sign things are really bad.