So DH had to go sign some forms for his demon son to join the military last night. I guess because he is still 17. He gets home after me and I am cooking dinner with my younger DD on my hip. DH says hi to the girls, gives them kisses... no hug, no kiss, no 'how was your day, hun?' for me. He just starts in... 'I am soooooo proud of demon son...'. I said 'mmhmm', not dismissive, it just sounded like he was going to continue on his little love speech. But no, he switches right to the 'Oooookaaaay'like he legit expected me to join in and lavish praise and ooze pride right along with him. So I said 'you sounded like you were going to continue and I am holding a 30lb kid while messing around on a hot stove.' He responds 'You just can't be proud of him or say anything nice, can you?'... Sigh. So its a fight you want DH. Not anymore. That was old me. I put DD down, gave her a toy, grabbed my cigarettes and went out for a smoke. Then I went down to do more laundry, passed the bar and took a shot of vodka. I came back up and DH is on the couch, messing around on his phone. I gave him a kiss, said 'how was your day?' He said 'good. How was yours?' 'fine'. I go back to cooking. From the couch he announces 'I am looking up some jobs in the service that demon would like. I am so proud of him.' I said 'that is so great, there are probably so many different jobs and you can't expect him at 17 to read all of them and pick one. You should write him up a little short list of the best ones and read it to him next time he calls.' (snort, chartle, snort) DH gets up and grabs paper and a pen, 'good idea, thanks babe!'... what an idiot. lol