Rotting Soup


I am on a roll today it seems with posts. But I feel like I have a lot to vent about this week…

The good news is that DH’s friend is letting us stay at his flat this weekend while he is away, so it will be like a mini vacation away from the door slams and grumbling!! ūüôā

Last night DH and I got takeaway, which let’s face it, really isn’t in the budget. But we just couldn’t face cooking in the kitchen with the ogre stomping around. ¬†The ogre did make food last night! The entire downstairs smelled of burnt garlic that I’m surprised the fire alarm did not go off. That’s right he cooked in the kitchen, which generally means on the rare occasions that he does cook he made soup. When the ogre does cook his meal is already rotten. The man is notorious for buying hundreds of pounds of groceries and just letting them rot in the fridge or on the counter. The items will rot and the next week he will buy more. They will rot again. When he makes soup – which is generally tomato, a beef stew or a chicken stew the ingredients will already be bad. He will let the beef or chicken sit in the fridge for weeks and it will already be past the eat by date and the plastic package will be puffed out as if there is a lot of gas built up inside. The meat will look slimy and brown. He will take the meat/chicken out of the fridge in it’s already rotted state and let it sit on the counter in it’s package for about 2-3 days before putting it in a crockpot to cook it.

Do you know what rotting meat stewing smells like? It’s F-ing rancid. It stinks up the entire house. It literally stinks so bad I cannot go into the kitchen no matter how hungry I am. That’s bad enough right? WRONG. Although he made this soup – usually he’ll make two giant pots of it at once – he still likes to eat most of his meals out. He will not put these pots of soup in the fridge! ¬†For two to three weeks these already rotting soups will sit out in the heat on the counter and continue to rot away. ¬†The smell does not get any better.

Last night he made tomato soup – from tomatoes that had been on the counter rotting away for at least a month. I mean almost liquefied and covered in mold! Don’t forget the cream in the soup! That’s always delicious sitting out and rotting in the heat. This morning while lying in bed I smelled the familiar smell of stewing meat… the stench from these soups were bad enough in the winter and spring… but now that it is around 25 degrees out I can’t even imagine…

I just can’t even fathom how he can think this is safe. ¬†So there you go… only about two days of smelling the rotting meat before DH and I can head off over to his friend’s flat.


It’s baaack!


It has been some time since I have last posted. ¬†Two totally awesome things happened. ¬†First, the ogre left for three days on a trip. ¬† Then the ogre left again for 7 full days to France!! It was bliss. ¬†Sadly DH had to work the entire week and weekend morning and evening shift so we never got to enjoy the alone time together. But, it was still bliss. ¬†No slamming doors or grumbling. ¬†None of that! ¬†I moved my computer downstairs and spent my week job hunting and playing some online games. ¬†When DH came home from work we sat in the conservatory and watched some Game of Thrones a friend had lent us. ¬†That’s right, we could sit and watch T.V. in peace and quiet.

The ogre had to come back though. ¬†He got back about 11pm one night just as DH and I were heading to bed. ¬†DH had to be up for work at 6am the next morning. ¬†What does FIL do? Repeatedly slam doors every 5-10 minutes until 4am. Did he stop at 4am? I have no idea. ¬†That’s when I finally fell asleep from exhaustion. ¬†I almost fell asleep on three separate occasions until the slamming sound jarred me back awake.

In the morning it was same ol’ same ol. ¬†Go down stairs to prepare DH’s breakfast and pack his lunch and find FIL has had cereal for a late night snack. How do I know? Because the cereal is all over the counter. ¬†So I wash his dishes (he usually stays up late, eats and leaves dirty dishes for us in the morning) and clean up the cereal.

DH comes down to eat his breakfast and I go use the bathroom downstairs. FIL has shit on the toilet seat yet again. I don’t know what’s wrong with this guy.

Then I see that FIL also had curry and managed to spill it down the walls he just had repainted a month ago. ¬†A 4 foot stain of curry down the wall then he apparently proceeded to trample through it and smear it into the carpet. ¬†He’s yet to clean it up and it’s been days. ¬†DH and I have no idea how he slops stuff all over the place. ¬†The couch in the conservatory has so many curry, mint sauce and wine stains on it. ¬†One time the house stunk and we looked for about a week to try to find where the smell was coming from. ¬†Well, they give a pot of chopped onions and salad along with every curry ordered. ¬†The man had dropped the onions and salad between the cushions and never cleaned it up. It sat there in a hot room and stank up the place. Yesterday we found one of his curry take away containers tossed behind a chair… it makes me shake my head.


PS: The poor housekeeper is still coming around.

Did the housekeeper run for the hills?


Yesterday was slightly irritating. ¬†FIL didn’t even up leaving the house until almost 4pm. ¬†Most likely he left to eat out. ¬†Which meant I was very hungry yesterday. DH got home from work and the dentist and he made some pork belly and I made some eggs. ¬†I was still a bit hungry, but my other food was still frozen and unbagged so I let it sit out for a few hours to thaw. ¬†(Ended up by the time it thawed FIL came back and DH and I just wanted to be upstairs, so no dinner)

While we were in the kitchen cooking I noticed that there were a bunch of papers in the stack of papers to be taken out to put in the recycle bin. ¬†So I look through them, as I do because I always go through the trash here because I never know what I may find of mine. ¬†So I found two things of interest. ¬†One is a piece of mail for me that FIL has taken upon himself to open, read and throw away. ¬†That’s right, I don’t get the chance to see my mail and decide if I want to read and keep it. ¬†There was also one of DH’s magazines in the trash, but he never reads it anyway, so that wasn’t a big deal. ¬†(FIL usually shreds most of the mail, so I’m sure there is mail of mine that has been shredded without even knowing about it) The second thing in the pile was an envelope with the housekeepers name on it. ¬†He always puts her pay in an envelope and gives it to her like that. ¬†But this Weds she never came and I found it odd that he apparently opened and removed the money.

I wonder if the housekeeper quit? Last time she was here FIL was saying something to her, I don’t know what as a door was in the way, but he was using the tone of voice he uses when he used to talk to MIL. ¬†You know, the you’re a piece of stupid garbage voice. ¬†I couldn’t believe it when I heard it, as “outsiders” don’t get the pleasure of hearing that voice. So maybe she went quit. ¬†Or maybe FIL fired her because now she’s seen his asshole side. ¬†I really hope for that lady she doesn’t come back. ūüė¶

You might think, why do you have a housekeeper with so many able bodied people living there? Answer: I don’t know! The housekeeper was there years before I moved in apparently. ¬†FIL told me one day, back when he was talking to me that he hired her because his son was such a slob and he was tired of picking up after him. ¬†And DH is kind of messy, but it does not warrant a housekeeper. ¬†FIL is messy as well. ¬†I’d say DH is cluttery and FIL is disgustingly filthy. ¬†Like drop ¬†orange curry and wine all over the couch and floor and not clean it up filthy. (Or drop shredded onions between couch cushions and let two rooms of the house stink up until I find there is food under the cushions and remove it!) When I first came to live here I asked FIL if I could take over cleaning as a way to help out around the house. ¬†I would clean anyway, but this would make it official. ¬†Well, he kept avoiding the subject, saying that we’d talk about it, but there were stipulations etc. ¬†Stipulations?? I even had DH asked him about it and FIL said he could not get rid of the housekeeper because… listen to this… he had to give her employment because the lady needed in-vitro fertilization procedures! ¬†Really it’s about control. ¬†No one is going to tell him he doesn’t need a housekeeper, besides having one makes him feel all snooty and grand I’m sure. ¬†Second, it’s someone that works for him, he gets to call the shots, he is in control.

P.S. Know my earlier rant about the tupperware container? ¬†It’s been a few days and I wanted to make sure before I posted anything else. ¬†DH and I made sure we got the container upstairs but now the lid is gone. ¬†DH checked all the bins…. nothing. I give up. ¬†Have it. Take a shit all over it dude… whatever you want. You win.

Rotting Apple


It’s almost 2:30pm and I’m sitting up in the room eating a decaying apple. ¬†This is my life. ¬†DH and I keep our groceries upstairs in his bedroom because we can’t keep them downstairs in cupboards or fridges like normal human beings. ¬†I should probably explain.

FIL I swear has some sort of eating problem/disorder. ¬†He doesn’t cook so he either eats out, buys pre-made sandwiches while he is out or orders in takeaway. ¬†He will at times boil a ham or make soup (which is a disgusting story in itself) to eat. ¬†The rest of the time he eats random shit and when he eats this shit he won’t put it on a plate like a normal human being and eat it. ¬†DH has caught him hunched over the fridge with a spoon eating out of jars and cans while quickly stuffing it in his mouth. ¬†It’s like he is trying to hide it. ¬†The things he loves eating for “meals” are entire jars of jam, pots of hummus, rice pudding, sugary yogurts, entire pies etc.

As an aside, the man is like 400 lbs and has to be tested monthly because he is like a .01 away from being diabetic. But he continues to eat nothing but sugary stuff, drink 2-3+ bottles of wine a day thinking that it won’t hurt him. ¬†Part of the diabetes thing is due to his weight, he won’t exercise or cut down on food, but rather take diet pills. (which cause more disgusting issues)

So you think, well what do you care what he eats? Let him eat himself into a grave? Well, the thing is he eats our shit too! ¬†Instead of eating an entire jar or jam he will eat 90% of it (usually within the first day or two of us purchasing) and just leave it, he won’t finish it. ¬†As if we won’t notice it’s mysteriously lost 90% of it’s contents!! The gross thing is, he eats our stuff with a spoon, which means he is double dipping! YUCK! ¬†We’ve made it clear to him that the stuff in the second fridge is ours, please don’t eat it. (This was after us having to throw out tons of half eaten food that he’s stolen from us) We’ve gone to hiding things and in the winter keeping food out on our windowsill to keep cold. ¬†He still steals food! ¬† So anything that needs to be refrigerated we really don’t buy any more except actimel. (which I need for my ulcerative colitis, so I just have to deal with him stealing some) Everything has to be kept upstairs in our bedroom. ¬†Now that it is summer there is no keeping food outside so the only food we keep upstairs are cans etc.

So now it is 2:30 and I’ve been up since 6:00am wanting to have breakfast. But I don’t leave my room when he’s here. I am afraid he will do something. ¬†I never want to be in a position where it’s his word vs mine because he is so delightfully charming to others and has them fooled to where I’m afraid no one would believe me! ¬†So, I found this old rotting apple and am eating it.