Post by montereybride on Jul 16, 2013 23:22:48 GMT -5
I'm going to preface this with saying that his work has been really REALLY challenging. FOR A MONTH AND A HALF.
He's on my last ever-loving fucking nerve.
I'm trying to be understanding. I really am.
I've tried listening. He doesn't want to talk.
I've tried to give him space. He pouts.
I've tried cleaning the house while he was gone so it didn't need to be done when he got home from working on Sunday. Which meant I had to do all the paperwork later that night. Because it still had to be done. And he was pissy.
I've tried getting the computer work crap done while he was gone which meant I had to iron shit and wash laundry and crap while he's home. And he was pissy.
I can't fucking win. I've told him "Ok, listen up motherfucker, you still have to be married to me after all this other shit gets figured out with work. This work shit is temporary. This marriage is not."
And he told me "You just don't get how stressed out I am."
Uhhhh, yeah. I do. I totally do. Because I'm here getting the shit end of your stress.
The California Rodeo Salinas is this week. It starts tomorrow. That's the only thing I'm looking forward to. Cowboys in tight Wranglers. Cops in tight Wranglers. I fucking love BIG WEEK!!!!! But I'm going to miss Coco. But not H. At all.
When to use me vs. I. Past participles (e.g. "I should have went to the store," instead of "I should have gone" -- this is nails on chalkboard to me!). And unless I'm missing something, walla =/= voila.