Really?

The man just called. He just purchased a $42,000 vehicle. But it's ok, because it's really a $54,000 vehicle that he's getting for $42,000. I really don't care that he's getting a new vehicle. We keep our money separate, so it doesn't really effect me at all....I just don't get it. That just seems like a huge amount of money. I don't know if he bought it because he wants it or because his kid needed to make a sale. He doesn't know if we're going to pick it up this weekend or next weekend. This is what irritates me. I was supposed to have a salon appointment Saturday...he doesn't know that I cancelled it. I really don't want him to go by himself because I'll be damned if his ex rides in his new truck before I do. He doesn't have the balls to tell her no. Next weekend is girl's birthday gathering. I'm not gonna miss that. He's really wishy-washy and can't seem to make a fucking decision for shit. I can't live my life in limbo because he can't decide what the fuck he wants to do and when the fuck he wants to do it. He's wonderful and I love him dearly. That's why I'm bitching to my blog and not to him.