Hell's Teeth! Promises, threats and here it is

So... having been unhappy with my domestic situation; I made the threat 'if things don't get better, I'm leaving!'
I went to see a doctor, and a pshrink, got onto some SSRI medication which is for sad bastards to make them feel better... Specific Serotonin Re-uptake Inhibitors... whatever that means, really... I'm not sure they do much. Very subtle, whatever they do.

But not happy still! Maybe it was the culmination of too much, for too long, like a fish out of water, gasping and flapping about. Maybe the medication wasn't right...

I started with the comment that "There is a BIG difference between giving up, and admitting you've had enough!"
Push came to shove... and I said "I'm out of here!"
Walking out was turned into pushed with a time limit...

I'm now in a 'studio apartment' which is real-estate speak for one room, bed and kitchen included, and a bathroom and bog behind a door. The cheapest I could afford...
There you go!... I'm still paying Ph, health insurance, electricity, gas, the payment on the Engagement Ring et al... Fuck it!
...And getting a hard time for "abandoning us"

...there I go.

stuff, other stuff, shit, and everything else in the so called modern world

So... there's stuff, other stuff, shit, and everything else. In no particular order, of course.

Nothing seems to be in any particular order; me, my life, family, other stuff. 

I used to think me and my life [read: Me and My Life] were It and a bit... But with my significant other half and kids, I've learnt differently. 

It has become apparent that almost 50 years of "Life-Experience", not quite half-a-century, isn't enough too overcome the politically-correct, bush-lawyer, make-enough-fuss-and-I'll-win, extremist views of teenagers! 

OK, I can be, and maybe am, an arse. Arse. Spellchecker: arse! A conceited, cantankerous arse. Big-headed, arrogant, self-centred,  childish, immature and idiomatic ARSE... yes. 

But... I ask, is it too much to demand of pre/teenagers... "I have two rules! Do what you are told; when you're told"... ?

Is that too hard?

Look out! Pete's got a bLOG

Look out!
Hahahaha...  If you don't know me... and most don't...

Hello! Pete {offers my hand to shake}
I'm a truculent arsehole, a smart-arse and a big-headed arrogant bastard [although my parents Bless 'Em, would disagree; so would my elder sisters and brothers.
Yes, youngest of 5, me arriving in '66. Born and bred Victorian, went to school, didn't like it... Joined the army, left the army...

...And I'm here in FNthQLD.
[The cynic in me says "Welcome to Qld! Set your watch back 20 Years!!]