Maybe it’s just hard for me to finish things, but I don’t want to spend anymore time on that post.  I’m just so sick of some of these people in my life.  Some, of them I love and they just annoy me at times.  Some, I love and they are so completely selfish and mean, that it rubs off on me.  Then there are the people I really don’t like and I rarely worry about.  Funny that my enemies seem to bother me the least lately.

     My husband, Zach, and I have been arguing for days.  He is so mean at times.  I’ve struggled on and off over the years, trying to understand him.  Maybe then I can help him, but I doubt it.  He’s just mad, but at who?  I screw up like anyone else, but do I seriously deserve to take the blame for everything?  How do you explain that to someone?  Honestly, everyone has the right to get mad.  That doesn’t give anyone the right to be mean.  I don’t know . . . I just get so sad about it.  I am ashamed of myself, and him.

     I left him one time before we were married.  After that, I just gave up and got to be the pissed off wife.   Granted, that was a completely different time.  Now, our relationship is pretty normal, 90% of the time.  We both have our moments, but mine are usually a reaction to him.  I am no angel.  Most of the time, I do get upset and jump into arguing over the BS.  I’m not mean to him and I try my best to stay calm.  Things get really bad, at least in my head, if I allow myself to get angry.  Though, I have every freaking right to. 

     He usually isn’t mad about anything I particularly do.  It starts with work, or kids, or family, or wtf-ever, then I screw up and inadvertently say something that can be twisted into evidence of my sadistic plot to take over the household and make him my slave.  He talks as if he can’t trust me, I might be after his nuts as a trophy.

But whatever, I’m off to work.