Mike didn't get the job. After a hellatious adventure getting there and back and all the shit we did, he did blow the interview and we sit nearly a week later, still waiting for them to reimburse us the $200 we spent. Fuckheads.

The day Mike heard about the interview, I was disappointed, but the thing that sent me over the edge is that he also told me he's flunking 2 classes right now.

Fuck that.

I'm sorry, but I'm working my ass off so he can flunk? Fuck that. He tells me about stuff he did when he was on the MUDD, stuff he saw when he was surfing the web and how he generally just sits around in his underwear 2 days a week, when he's supposed to be studying. I had assumed, stupidly, that he was doing his job, that he was getting his studying done two mornings a week, passing his classes, and not hanging out with Rosie Palm and her four sisters.

I feel totally fucked over.

I am not working 40 hours a week, coming home cooking dinner, acting as chaffeur and blowing off my exercise regimen so he can flunk his fucking classes. I am simply NOT doing that. I am doing all this stuff so he can graduate and we can get on with our lives. I want to get on with it. I don't want to be stuck in check-to-check mode indefinitely. I got my college education and he's supposed to get his, so we can pay them off and grow up already.

Do you know that when we first discussed his grades that he had had the GALL to say that he could retake the classes next quarter? Dude, that makes 17 units and no time that Mommy can go to her workout classes. FUCK THAT!

I've all but put on all my weight again. I told a friend I thought I still had lost 20lbs, but I tried on a skirt this morning and was hit with the honest to god truth that I have gained most all of it back because the fucking skirt fit and it used to be that I had to tie off part of it and fiddle with it so it didn't fall down around my fucking ankles!

Yes, I've been riding his ass like a pony. I have told him he doesn't have the option to flunk, that he better be studying his ass off for these classes, so he can pull it out of his ass at the final.

Add all this shit to the fact that his grades suck to begin with and are really proving to be a limiting factor in his job hunt because he's got a 2.5GPA, and I'm totally fucking furious. He needs to get good grades to be able to show employers that he is improving above and beyond that large group of d's and f's on his transcript.

I feel totally and completely betrayed. I trusted him to do his job: pass his fucking classes. As a result, every time he comes near me lately with the hubbahubbas, I think to myself, "Fuck that!" and fall asleep. It's hard to be intimate with someone when they aren't holding up their half of the relationship.

I love him dearly and right now, I'm so angry I simply don't have words. I'm not even willing to contend with the possibility of him flunking. He needs to fix this NOW.

I know I'll get past this eventually; it's not like he's having an affair, but he's definitely the prime target of a total bitchfest. It's too hard doing all this shit alone all the time.