So after I post about how amazing and awesome my husband is we end up having a major argument. Funny how that works. Anyway, we had a good talk I think it was Sunday night when we went dumpster diving. About who we wanted to be, what we want out of life, how are we going to get there etc. A really good talk. I expressed (or I thought I did), that I knew I hadn’t been pulling my weight around here, but that I really want to and I am trying to do better. And that I had made improvements this past week as far as upping my activity and getting things done at home and at work. I knew that it still needs a lot of work, but at least I’m headed in the right direction. So he wakes up the next morning and I can just tell he’s in a mood. He claims nothing is wrong though, no matter how many times I ask. He comes home from work that morning and says “You just don’t care, do you? Have you given up?” I’m like, what? Where did this come from? No I haven’t given up and my problem is I care too much. When we get into these arguments, I feel like whatever I say, he always says the opposite of, he never believes what I say, or it just doesn’t matter cause he’s already made up his mind how things are. So we end up going back and forth for a while. And when I get angry or upset I have a tendency to cry. I hate that I do, but I can’t seem to help it. And that frustrates him because he doesn’t think there’s anything to cry about. I’m trying to explain my point of view and remind him of our conversation the night before. Nothing seems to be enough. He even says that’s yes I’ve done better this past week but it’s not good enough. We just end up with him angry and frustrated and me with my feelings hurt and frustrated.
The good thing about him though is that he moves on relatively quickly. I don’t. After his class that afternoon he was fine. I wasn’t. I didn’t really feel like talking about anything and just wanted to be alone pretty much. I mean, I talked to him, but really only when he talked to me first. Eventually we’re laying in bed watching something or other on t.v. He says he’s sorry he hurt me. He was just having a bad day. I’ll be honest, that kinda made me angry. Talk to me about your bad day, don’t take it out on me. I was still pretty quiet the rest of the evening. We’re back to normal now, thank God. I just hate these fights.
I’m starting to ready this book called “The Politically Incorrect Wife”. It’s how to be the kind of woman and wife God wants us to be. I’ll let you know what I think.
My Aunt got another puppy. They already have a dog about Jack’s age and size. The just adopted a chihuahua puppy she named Tango. He’s younger than our 2 new pups. Max loves him. I can’t wait to meet him.
Anyway, guess that’s all for tonight. I’ll see y’all next time!
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