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My poor husband
 I'm feeling slightly guilty because I have been difficult today. This is a notable deviation from my normal mild-mannered behaviour. You see, I'm not generally difficult --at least in my own humble opinion-- toward my husband. Apart from the fact that I don't nag, rage, mope, or complain (truly!), I also refrain from making disparaging comments about his friends, family, clothes, and choice of reading materials. Nor do I borrow his car, drag him out to look at housewares or furniture, ask him if such-and-such a garment makes me look fat, present him with large Visa bills that he is expected to pay, or expect him to notice that I changed my hair color. In short, I don't inconvenience him in any way. Except when I forget to wash the bath after shaving my stubbly legs in it, or accidentally tape Hercule Poirot over top of his one-of-a-kind Karate tape, but hey, that hasn't happened since the tumultuous first year of our marriage, so I kinda think everyone should just get over it.

No indeed. I'm really not normally troublesome. On the contrary, as a matter of fact! I'm kind, thoughtful, patient, socially skilled and able to present myself (well, subjectively, anyway) as gorgeous/glamorous given enough time with make up and flat-iron. Furthermore, I'm a good cook, and a  good sport,and so on. I have the usual long list of good points and bad points-- and the bad points are a whole nuther post, btw-- BUT.... I can say with authority that I am neither troublesome nor difficult in terms of my behavior and day-to-day actions.

But some days, nonetheless, it seems I go right off the rails, and I don't know why!
 Here is a list of my crimes today:

1. I snarled at him grumpily when he asked me to make a phone call for him. I grudgingly made the call, but continued to protest, even though the phone call was entirely necessary and benefited me as much as it did him.
2. I made him feel bad when one of his Christmas gifts to me (a blender; why, yes, I'm married) proved unsatisfactory and sprayed soup all over approximately one quarter of the kitchen, plus my hair. I shouldn't have vented quite so explicitly re my opinion of Hamilton Beach Products, but I did, and now I regret it.
3. I stole his chocolate after he went to work. He had made a laughable attempt to hide it. I didn't waste time laughing. I just ate it. He does not yet know this.
4. I went into my office to do some weekend work, got incredibly stressed out, and then vented all over him when he innocently called at exactly the wrong time just to inquire whether I would be home before he went out to his second job.

*Sigh* I feel guilty, as stated above, because I took out my frustrations on a person who (today, anyway) didn't deserve it, and it's against my personal belief system to do so. I believe that we should all carry our own load as much as possible and not make unreasonable demands on the time, patience, goodwill and resources of others, especially those whom we love.

I'll apologize to him tomorrow, I guess. By the time he gets home tonight, I'll be asleep. By the time he wakes up tomorrow, I will have gone back to work.  I'll be sure to call him when I'm sure he's awake.

But I still hate that *&^%-ing blender, and wish that a massive alien war-craft would crash into Hamilton Beach's main production warehouse and destroy all their components so that no one else will have to suffer as I have suffered!  

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It sounds like you really needed that chocolate. Imagine the mood you would be in if you hadn't eaten it. Really, you only ate it for his benefit. *nods* He should thank you. :)

Oh, you optimistic girl, you! I somehow doubt he'll thank me. And you're right, I absolutely did need that chocolate. It's just that I feel I should have made more of an effort to stop at the halfway point instead of eating ALL of it.

*hopes the chocolate is replacable and HUGS* We all have our moments.

Well, that's one of the nice things about living in an industrialized first world country that's on a countdown to Valentine's Day profits-- chocolate is always replaceable!

I had a long series of moments yesterday. I'll try really hard to be nicer today. *Hugs back*

STRONGLY recommend buying replacement chocolate, attaching it to a note that says, "I'm sorry I was such a bitch today,"--or something of that nature--and leaving both where he is sure to find it upon returning home. Why wait until tomorrow for what you can apologize today? Waiting until tomorrow may just escalate his bad feelings about the whole thing, and that's counterproductive to your goal of restored harmony.

Edited at 2012-01-15 05:05 pm (UTC)

Well, as it happened, I was awake when he came home, and since he seemed to be pleased to see me (?:O?:D!) and wanted to tell me all about his night at work, I decided it would be better if I didn't remind him about what bitch I'd been and therefore wake up any possibly suppressed feelings of resentment.

He still doesn't know about the chocolate, though. I've got time to go out and buy more. I'll have to make sure it's a kind I don't like, such as hard chocolate-covered caramels, which will reduce the danger that I might steal it again!

Moon Laughing at you

Sorry... :)

I have a few points to make:

1. After reading your first two paragraphs I am ready to propose.

2. Is there any way to see that icon bigger because he looks really really yummy....?

3. Blame it all on the rag? Your husband probably is anyway.

4. Until you have called the cops after one of your fights, I got you beat.

5. I am surprised the blender is still alive.

I am sure you were not as bad as you think you were. Your husband has always sounded like a very sweet man. He will probably forgive you before you forgive yourself.If not,you can make it up to him with a (non-blenderized) gourmet meal, new chocolate, and lots of sex.


Re: Moon Laughing at you

1. Before you propose, you should acquaint yourself with my bad points, which include, but are not limited to, an aversion to cleaning, although I do frequently wash dishes. I was going to add a couple more, but then I thought better of it. If you think I'm wonderful, then I'll just bask in that!

2. I can't find the one with the fish, but here's another one from, I believe, the same photo shoot: https://picasaweb.google.com/gianefotos/RevistaOi#4981769479782334482

3. Oh, it's hormonal all right.

4. Okay, you got me beat! That sounds like some fight.

5. So am I, frankly. The only reason it isn't in the trash was because he was so hurt that I didn't like my new blender that I felt guilty.

He IS a very sweet man! Based on how happy he was to see me last night, I think he just wants to forget about the bitchy me of yesterday. Whew.

Moon again

Oh. My. God.

Went to the link. Self combusted.

That is the most gorgeous man! Is that your Dee?

Yes, that's my Dee! His name is Reynaldo Gianecchini and there are pictures of him all over the web. Unfortunately, he has recently been diagnosed with cancer. He shaved his head before he started undergoing chemo so that he wouldn't have to go through the trauma of losing it slowly. This is on top of recently losing his father to cancer, too! Poor guy. He's only 39 years old. I'm certainly pulling for him.

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