January 01, 2008

No gravy.

It has been a long holiday. I'm very glad to see it over. This hasn't been a very merry Christmas, I'm afraid. It has been a season of anger and frustration. Even the Christmas tree itself has been knocked over (on purpose), thrown at, and re-decorated by my wife more times than I can count.

Today, my wife arrived back home from a trip to her parents house. I believe this is the third or fourth time she has been up there in the past two weeks. When she got home tonight, I tried to get her to do something. She asked me "where do you want to go?". I explained that I didn't want to go anywhere. I asked why we couldn't just do something together without spending money. Couldn't we play a game, or talk, or just do something around the house?

My wife was very angry with me over that. She said she wanted to go upstairs for a rest. This was around 5:00 pm. I went upstairs to see her around 7:00, and she was sound asleep. I woke her up because I wasn't sure if she wanted to sleep that long, and she was very mad at me. I said "well, you said you just wanted to take a little rest", she screamed back at me "I lied. Now leave me alone!". So, I closed the door and went back downstairs to watch a movie with my daughter.

Around 8:30, my wife came down and told me she wanted to order out for food. I agreed. And so, my wife called and ordered food for me to pick up. She ordered a pot roast sandwich with mashed potatoes and gravy over everything. Unfortunately, they forgot to include the gravy. So, when I got home and we discovered this, my wife got very angry and started shouting at me. I tried to get her to call the restaurant and yell at them instead of me. Instead she called them and was sweet as could be. The told her to come back and they would give her gravy.

As soon as she was off the phone, she was back in angry mode, yelling at me. Telling me to hurry up and get the gravy. She told me I was a "lazy worthless piece of shit". And, just as I was walking out the door to drive back for her food, she took the container holding my food and threw it out the back door all over the back lawn. She yelled "It's your money down the drain, not mine. I'm not going to be here very much longer."

And so, I went and got the gravy for my wife, and headed upstairs. She's in one of those moods where the absolute worst thing I can do is be anwhere near her, because if I am, she's going to take all of the anger that's insider her and pile it up on me. That's how she makes herself feel better.

In a little bit, I have no doubt that she'll go back to bed. Then maybe I'll go down and find a chocolate bar to eat. That's how I make myself feel better, especially after not having any dinner. No doubt later, I'll hear from my wife about how I don't eat right. After all, I am a Fat, Ugly Looser.

Posted by ehdonhon at January 1, 2008 10:06 PM | TrackBack
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