Something smells swampy

We "talked" about finances today. "Talked" is a loose term for yelling, fingerpointing, sniping and whining.

I feel like I have made my bed and now have to lie in in for another 10-12 years until Pup is out of school. Spending another 10-12 years in this house would be hell. Hell. Absolute HELL.
So, as I see it, I have two choices; a) leave and rent or b) stay and build house equity. Since I don't want to lose Pup 50% of the time, I have chosen to stay.

In order to move to a new house, Dog wants the following:

1) A large $500k house.
2) No mortgage, so we will have to save the delta between existing house (worth ~ $300k) and this new house. In two years. So that means I have to save $50k annually. That's $1923 per pay period. An amazing feat considering my take home is just shy of $1800.

Can you say "unfuckingbelievablyunreaslistic"?

So when I said that is impossible, he asked what was reasonable. I said "$10k". So you know what he said? He said "Then I want it in writing that I own more of the house if I am putting more in."

"Fine" I said. Then he said he doesn't want my name on the deed.

Wait.
Backup.
Huh?

I wonder if he will try to sell me swampland in Florida too...

Happy *%$#@^! New Year

Out with the old and in with the new? Not this year, I guess. While the Dog and Pup gave me a fabulous gift for my 2005 birthday, I was essentially ignored today. We did not stand together, speak or look at each other for the entire two hours that Pup was snowboarding.

Back at home, I made a fresh-from-scratch Cioppino with salmon, red snapper, scallops and lobster tails. My bad. The lobster tails were too hard to deal with for Dog. He snarked at me that they were immpractical, then proceeded to make a HUGE display of hacking the lobster with his spoon. Was the rest of the soup tasty? I have no idea, since that was the extent of our communication.

So I guess it will be a cold day in hell when I feed him lobster again.

Happy effing New Year.