Devil on my shoulder.

This weekend I was very spiteful.  Not sure if it was lack of sleep or just stress or that David and I are finally getting a little more comfortable around each other.  I tell tell his stress levels are dropping and mine are leveling off a bit.  BUT the devil is looking at every negative thing and wanting to make hurtful comments at every turn.

And David makes it easy.  I do believe he lacks empathy more than most people so that when he talks he doesn't even think about how his words will sound to the other person.  Also a sign of his narcissism. 

We were talking about my possible second interview for a sales job.  I have submitted more paperwork and am waiting for them to contact me once references are checked.  David said he can't wait for me to get a job because then we will be able to put some money in the bank and be in really good financial shape.

Up pops the devil on my shoulder.
The devil makes me say "Well you know the main reason I am looking for a job is so that if I decide to leave you I will have my own money before I take you to court and get spousal support."

Did anything good come from that conversation?  No.  Did I feel better after it?  No.

Another time this weekend I asked him a little more about his chat room behavior.  He at this point did not know I was able to decode a good portion of his Yahoo chats and copy them to my personal email account.

Devil, "So when you were chatting with these girls did you ask for their phone number or did they ask for yours?"
David, "I never initiated calling these girls...I learned quickly that once you gave out your phone number they would text you all hours of the day and night."
Devil, "Really because when I found some old chat logs on your computer it seems like you would ask them for their number so they could hear you cum."

Then the devil proceeds to look up this chat log and read it to David:

David (18:40:52): can i call ur celly real aquick and we can cum together?

David (18:41:00): i'll moan for u

anda (18:41:06): that felt amazing

anda (18:41:08): wow

David  (18:41:23): wanna hear me cum?

anda (18:42:13): i dont like to give out my number babe but you can record it and email it to me if you wanna be extra nice

David  (18:42:23): lol

David  (18:42:31): yea too many weirdos here

So did showing David that I had even more details about his problem and proof that he was lying to me make me feel any better?  Nope.  It did make him feel worse.

Saddest thing is he hoped that I was not sitting at home all day digging over the computer and not getting anything else done.  Really?  He asked me that?  Because he hasn't gone two days without eating before because he was so wired up to porn to notice that he was hungry?  Hmmmm...he must live in the most beautiful glass house.