Day 2 of fighting with my wife in a row. Fuck, this reminds me of V1, when we fought all the time as my perceived value went through the roof (er, at least that's what I think was happening).
I don't know, maybe it's her hormones raging, but I can't step out-of-line one bit without it turning into some huge thing. I just wanted to go to the damn grocery store to get some more DMD (Diet Mountain Dew), and she tried to give me a whole list of shit to get. I told her I hadn't planned on spending a bunch of time in the grocery, and she lost her shit on me.
Then, she just kept escalating, and I wasn't having any of it, so she did what she does whenever she loses an argument, starts crying and saying shit like, "You wouldn't even notice if I move out, maybe I should just die, you'd throw a fucking party!"
What-the-fuck-ever!
We've got reservations to go out to dinner in an hour, that should be a blast. As least I'm getting out of the house afterwards to see Logan with a buddy of mine.
Damn.
I don't know, maybe it's her hormones raging, but I can't step out-of-line one bit without it turning into some huge thing. I just wanted to go to the damn grocery store to get some more DMD (Diet Mountain Dew), and she tried to give me a whole list of shit to get. I told her I hadn't planned on spending a bunch of time in the grocery, and she lost her shit on me.
Then, she just kept escalating, and I wasn't having any of it, so she did what she does whenever she loses an argument, starts crying and saying shit like, "You wouldn't even notice if I move out, maybe I should just die, you'd throw a fucking party!"
What-the-fuck-ever!
We've got reservations to go out to dinner in an hour, that should be a blast. As least I'm getting out of the house afterwards to see Logan with a buddy of mine.
Damn.
