Tuesday, August 03, 2004

Big Fight
I went to bed mad. Not a good idea. My bad. I am so pissed at my DH that I could spit. I won't go into the details cuz that would be TMI, but you must know that Crazydogmama has daggers in her eyes today. I am stubborn, so is he. We don't fight that often - but we when we do - look out. We are in the kind of fight where I don't want to go home so that he will worry about me and comply with all my wishes and apologize endlessly. I won't actually do it, but I damn well thought about it. I also thought about taking the day off (without telling him) and going to Enchanted Village to ride roller coasters and eat lots of fattening food - dragging a co-worker along of course so I have somebody to vent to. Also not going to happen. Fuck, I'm pissed. I can't even think straight. I obviously can't write when I'm angry, either. Really, we should just talk it out. But I don't wanna. I wanna yell, scream and throw things. Maybe stomp my feet a little and cry.


Amy said...

I know the feeling. I remember being so mad at my man one morning I left the house (in my pajamas) and went to Target. After a LONG cell phone call to my friend and some retail therapy, I felt calm enough to go home. Funny thing is, I can't remember what got me so worked up in the first place.

Anonymous said...

Oh. My. God! I think we are living in the same house! I have been LIVID for the past 2 days!

Hope things get better for ya.