Sometimes, I wonder if my husband knows me at all. Last night, he calls me to say "start pricing 60 and 65 inch tvs". Um what? First of all, where would we put such a monstrosity? Secondly, is that really such a great investment, seeing as how we are trying to start a family? I get that he's a guy and needs a big screen for some ego boosting but the one we currently have isn't that tiny. It's 46 inches, isn't that big enough? If we lived in my parents' house, I could see having a huge tv. Their place is built for that. Ours, not so much. And why on earth would I want to have a tv the size of my wall?!?!
This morning seemed to go ok, but then he turns on Mister Pissy Pants. Some attitude from nowhere about who knows what. All I got out of him was "I'm not in a good mood, I've been doing some thinking and I'm not happy." Does he care to elaborate? Nope, he doesn't want to talk about it. I'm pretty sure it had something to do with the fact he was making my breakfast shake and lunch - which HE offered to do. He said something along the lines of "you should be making your own lunch and my breakfast since I make your dinner" and I literally had to take a couple steps back. I don't ask you to do that shit, asshole. I have no problem making my own meals, I'm just used to not having to. I mean, I'm sure if I was home during the day he would expect dinner to be ready when he got home. Not my fault he works nights and I work days. So in my rage, I told him thanks for breakfast and lunch but he doesn't have to do that anymore and not to worry about dinner because I didn't know when I'd be home. Like I have anywhere to go? HA
Maybe I'm just extra sensitive lately but I feel like nothing I can do is enough and apparently I'm not doing anything. I hate when we get into these spots. It's like I'm the bad guy, never doing anything, when I feel HE's the bad guy, never doing anything.
And we want to be parents? OY
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