Seriously. Just Uggh.
Last night was a write-off. I'm feeling resentful and he's feeling god knows what, because well...who the hell knows. I passed out on the couch and he just did whatever it is he does on the computer for hours on end. Get mad at political crap, organize his stupid fantasy football team, blah-dee-blah.
This morning I am in no mood, as you can tell.
I am actually so resentful of the situation that I don't even feel like reaching out to him. It is with 100% factual certainty that since the beginning of 2011, I have been the one to broach the subject when things lull. Yes, I know it is only March, but still. I have been busting my ass trying to make the effort and if he's not into it, fine. Just tell me so I can lower my expectations as I have with every other thing I've asked of him in the last 10 years. If I don't set the bar too high, I guess I can't really be that disappointed when he doesn't hit it. How fucking fabulous is that??
And to top it all off, the very last thing I said to him at 2:15am when I headed up to bed and he opted to remain downstairs was "make sure this dip finds it's way back into the refrigerator before you come up." What's that on the coffee table this morning when I come downstairs? Oh! The dip.
So Uggh. In fact, uggggggghhhhhhhhhhh.
I don't even know what to do. The only thing TO do is address it, and I just don't feel like being the one to start the conversation. Plus I know it's going to cause a fight, which for us is always a big thing - we don't argue fairly or rationally, we FIGHT. And before it's over he'll have said really shitty things to me, and we'll be "over." I'll then ignore him for a day or two until he decides to come apologize. We seriously have some issues, I know.
I don't know why things have to be so hard.
Monday 14 March 2011
Uggh
Seriously. Just Uggh.
Last night was a write-off. I'm feeling resentful and he's feeling god knows what, because well...who the hell knows. I passed out on the couch and he just did whatever it is he does on the computer for hours on end. Get mad at political crap, organize his stupid fantasy football team, blah-dee-blah.
This morning I am in no mood, as you can tell.
I am actually so resentful of the situation that I don't even feel like reaching out to him. It is with 100% factual certainty that since the beginning of 2011, I have been the one to broach the subject when things lull. Yes, I know it is only March, but still. I have been busting my ass trying to make the effort and if he's not into it, fine. Just tell me so I can lower my expectations as I have with every other thing I've asked of him in the last 10 years. If I don't set the bar too high, I guess I can't really be that disappointed when he doesn't hit it. How fucking fabulous is that??
And to top it all off, the very last thing I said to him at 2:15am when I headed up to bed and he opted to remain downstairs was "make sure this dip finds it's way back into the refrigerator before you come up." What's that on the coffee table this morning when I come downstairs? Oh! The dip.
So Uggh. In fact, uggggggghhhhhhhhhhh.
I don't even know what to do. The only thing TO do is address it, and I just don't feel like being the one to start the conversation. Plus I know it's going to cause a fight, which for us is always a big thing - we don't argue fairly or rationally, we FIGHT. And before it's over he'll have said really shitty things to me, and we'll be "over." I'll then ignore him for a day or two until he decides to come apologize. We seriously have some issues, I know.
I don't know why things have to be so hard.
Last night was a write-off. I'm feeling resentful and he's feeling god knows what, because well...who the hell knows. I passed out on the couch and he just did whatever it is he does on the computer for hours on end. Get mad at political crap, organize his stupid fantasy football team, blah-dee-blah.
This morning I am in no mood, as you can tell.
I am actually so resentful of the situation that I don't even feel like reaching out to him. It is with 100% factual certainty that since the beginning of 2011, I have been the one to broach the subject when things lull. Yes, I know it is only March, but still. I have been busting my ass trying to make the effort and if he's not into it, fine. Just tell me so I can lower my expectations as I have with every other thing I've asked of him in the last 10 years. If I don't set the bar too high, I guess I can't really be that disappointed when he doesn't hit it. How fucking fabulous is that??
And to top it all off, the very last thing I said to him at 2:15am when I headed up to bed and he opted to remain downstairs was "make sure this dip finds it's way back into the refrigerator before you come up." What's that on the coffee table this morning when I come downstairs? Oh! The dip.
So Uggh. In fact, uggggggghhhhhhhhhhh.
I don't even know what to do. The only thing TO do is address it, and I just don't feel like being the one to start the conversation. Plus I know it's going to cause a fight, which for us is always a big thing - we don't argue fairly or rationally, we FIGHT. And before it's over he'll have said really shitty things to me, and we'll be "over." I'll then ignore him for a day or two until he decides to come apologize. We seriously have some issues, I know.
I don't know why things have to be so hard.
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