that you're in a terrible funk the next day and you want to post on here about it but you don't want to get slammed to hell and back about your H's dumbass behavior b/c "I" can tear him a new asshole but "you" can't?
yeah. I'm there right now. :-( He messed up HUGE last night and I've never felt so messed up the next day after a fight. I'm so sad.
Post by hisno1girl on Jun 21, 2012 15:41:13 GMT -5
ALL the time Missy! The other day we fought about a freaking loaf of bread. I posted it here and then DD'd becuase I don't want people to think he's some raging asshole. I can think it, but no one else can.
that you're in a terrible funk the next day and you want to post on here about it but you don't want to get slammed to hell and back about your H's dumbass behavior b/c "I" can tear him a new asshole but "you" can't?
yeah. I'm there right now. He messed up HUGE last night and I've never felt so messed up the next day after a fight. I'm so sad.
Lately, almost every day. I'm sorry he did whatever it was.
That happens to everyone at some point. I don't make a habit of posting details about fucked up things that happen in my marriage either. THE NEST NEVER FORGETS!
Yes. We hardly ever fight but there was 2 times in our marriage where I was appalled at the way he reacted to me. I posted about it one time and I remember it was Cville that made me see where I was probably intentionally pushing DH's buttons to get a reaction out of him because that's what I had been around growing up with my parents.
Want to know what my DH did yesterday? I was furious (and didn't post here for the aforementioned reasons, but misery loves company so here goes):
Our boy dog (7 years old) is not neutered. This drives me crazy as it means he can't go to the dog park. DH is on vet duty normally (what with him STAYING HOME professionally and everything) but he has this *thing* about neutering the dog. So I made an appointment last month for the dog to be neutered, plus a pre-neutering consult. DH goes to the consult alone, I'm crazy on a deal case and can't make it. The surgery was scheduled for yesterday morning, with mandatory 8:00 am dropoff at the vet. I knew this was on DH's calendar because I sent him an invitation and he accepted. Nonetheless, DH double booked himself (critical personal training appointment at 8:30 yesterday morning).
So I - being the loving, reasonable woman I am - agree to skip my morning workout yesterday and drop the dog off. DH wakes up at like 4:00 am yesterday and starts googling questions for me to ask when I drop the dog off. I ask the questions, confirm all is OK with DH, drop off the dog, then leave. 10 minutes later (now 8:20, so getting towards his training appointment) DH calls, wants me to go back to the vet, and ask one more question. It's an esoteric question about whether the vet is going to use a specific procedure that no one uses anymore. I tell DH no, he says it is really important. Back I go to the vet.
The vet is now in surgery. I get sent into a waiting room. Vet comes out and tries to answer question but I clearly don't know what I'm asking. Vet gets rattled and says he feels like he really needs to talk to DH. DH, obviously, know this is going on because he is the one who sent me back to ask the question. Nonetheless, he has left his phone in his gym bag and is now in his training session. I say 'fuck it, just do the surgery." Vet says he really can't go ahead with the surgery until he talks to DH. Vet can tell I am *pissed* at this point, though, and then he intervenes on behalf of DH, telling me DH just loves the dog a lot and I shouldn't be mad at him (anyone else would be judged by the vet for waiting SEVEN YEARS to neuter his dog but DH skates by because he does animal advocacy work with the vet's wife). Vet CANCELS the surgery because he really would feel more comfortable talking to DH.
I walked out, texted DH to pick up the dog, and that he better find a way to make it up to me. Got into work 30 minutes late. Came home last night to a dirty house, no flowers (which is what I was thinking all men understood "make it up to me" to mean), and DH saying "I thought I'd take you to dinner. That would make it up to you right?" Keep in mind, he's saying this to someone who goes to lunch or dinner basically every day for work, in a situation where if we had not gone out to eat, he would have been on the hook for making dinner.
So I don't know what your DH did, but mine was a huge ass.
Elle, I would hurt my H. You are a freaking saint!
And a huge WTF to the vet for canceling the surgery even though you said to go ahead and do it.
Well, I didn't go out to dinner with him, that's for damn sure. I'm a little less frosty today but went to bed plenty mad. I don't get sad or sick though. Just angry.
I think we can all agree that even the most loving and understanding men still have their moments that make you want to give them a nice, firm kick to the taint.