Everything seems to be going well for the most part. He's got everything together as in his SIN card, chequing/savings account, job. We've looked at over half a dozen apartments (a whole bunch of ones that are not listed from the last entry) and waiting to hear back regarding the Camelot (Ben's choice which is in fact the nicest one out of the bunch).
Oh yea, forgot to mention how good it is to be held by Ben. However it is not cool for him to play with my boobs and give me constant cock teases/having the raging boner syndrome while telling me no intercourse until at least 2-6 weeks after Molly is born. WHY THE HELL... *sigh* him and his stupid devious smirks. And I'm sick of my excessively leaky boobs; he would smirk every time a huge accident happens as if I'm just as lame as a prepubescent boy who always went uncontrollably before the big game. Grrr... moments like these I wished the relationship didn't became local until after Molly's born.
On a more positive note, I just love touching his sheepie woolly brown hair. It's so therapeutic.
Problem is that while my brother and mom have been supportive if not respectful during my husband's temporary stay at home, my dad has been... needless to say... a complete jerkoff not only to Ben but to me as well. The first week I could understand because there's so much for the hubby and I to do, but it gets ridiculous on the second week. My dad either ignores me or completely yells at me in Cantonese... neither behavior appropriate especially since I do all the chores and even made him breakfast a few times! I don't yell back at him but when I try to explain myself to him, he would call me an infidel for talking back at him and reduce me to tears. It's really frustrating, I don't want to pick a bone with him but at the same time I can't sit back and let his stupid accusations walk all over me. I'm sick and tired of being called a moocher, deadbeat, lazy ass, poor excuse for a mother-to-be/daughter/wife, or the fact that my own father threatens me saying that he'll beat up the lazy, fat, poor excuse of an American son-in-law. I mean like WTLF? (BTW, L stands for Living)... I'm talking about a father who couldn't go and make his own meals without ordering either my mom, brother, or myself to get stuff for him, couldn't get the fact straight that applications for apartments is much different than it is 5 years ago, let alone 27 years ago in this city, who couldn't even do anything with his e-mail or his cellphone without screaming for my help, or even listen to a simple conversation and speak anything relevent to it (he has the tendency of having delusions and yell at people regarding something that has nothing to do with the topic of the family discussion on hand, or start accusing people of something when he walked by and barely half-listen to a conversation that doesn't involve him and makes complete assumptions).
Holy frickin' toledo... does anyone ever dealt with anything remotely similar to this in an LDR turned local scenario? I thought my F-IL was annoying as sin but lately my own father has been acting much worse! Help before I either tear all hair off my head in frustration or accidentally shoot the foot in my mouth the next time I have a squabble with my dad?