Rant Update

Well, the next morning my husband did the dishes. Things have gotten better. . .we did end up having another argument-- a big one. (We normally don't fight, so a *big* fight is major for us.) I admit that though my feelings were valid, the way I handled it was horrible. I need to learn how to communicate. We've worked it out, and everything should be great.

Things are going to be really different around here. After all the arguments, we're going to have to rearrange how we do things and more than likely I'll be doing the majority, if not all, of the housework again. D got an internship, and the bad news is that I will be seeing even less of him. He'll be working 8-5, plus summer school. He's also still working at Domino's on Sundays. It majorly sucks, but we'll have the weekends. Anyhoo, here's my screenie of the day. Its another Nancy Drew theme:

Husband Rant

AAARRRGGGHHHH!!!! Why, oh, why, can't my husband wash the dishes? Is it too much to ask for one simple chore to be done in a timely manner? I'm 5 years older than my husband, which admittedly, is a huge part of many of our "quarrels". I've been there, done that , and he's just getting there-- I hope that makes some sense to you. He's still at college and I'm the bread-winner of the family. Not a big deal really.

At the beginning, I wanted him to be able to go to school and not worry about the house, so I did all the housework, and worked 40+ hours a week. Well, lets just say I got burnt out and became, unknowingly, angry at him because of it. When I finally realized this I asked him to pick up the chore of washing dishes. I know its not a lot, but trust me, it made a huge difference for me. This semesters finals came up and he was frantic with projects to do for his classes and studying. He asked me if I would mind doing the dishes until it was over, and I agreed because I know that finals can take a lot out of you. Well, finals are now over and he has not resumed his chore.

This past weekend we had quite a few dishes, and he did about half and decided to do the rest the next day-- it was late, I understood. The next day comes and a lot of stuff came up, so I understood that it wasn't going to get done that day-- fine. Tuesday comes around . . .dishes not done. Wednesday . . .work day for him, dishes not done. Thursday, again, not done. I'm fuming mad now.

I work late nights and when I get home at 3/4am I don't want to have to worry about the fucking chores. I guess the way I came in this morning he knew I was mad about something. He asked me, and I told him- "Yes, I'm mad. Its been 3 days and the fucking dishes still aren't done." I went about my business of winding down, and he chose to ignore me and haul his ass to bed. I realize this and ask him why he went to bed without even so much as a "good night", "sorry babe" or even a lovely "fuck you"? His answer- "I know you're mad and I don't want to make it worse." That I have to say is the funniest thing I've ever heard.(can you read the sarcasm in my text?) I'm not sure if he's realized this, but it just pissed me off even more that he didn't even have the balls to apologize to me.

I'm not sure what I'm going to do tomorrow. I would like to cook dinner, but I don't have any dishes to cook with. *Sigh* I may just let him fend for himself. I'm tired of having all the responsibility on my shoulders. I feel like the only member of our two-person family . . .I'm really, really sad about that.

Paper Doll

Ya know, its rare that my husband and I fight. Don't get me wrong, we quarrel, but we don't have out & out fights often. Today was that rare special day, and all over . . . clothing. You read right-- clothing.

My husband is a venturer. He loves change and spontaneity. I, however, am a creature of habit. He has gotten me out of my shell, and I have tried many different things, especially when it comes to what I wear. There are many things that, for him, I'll try at least once, but there are some things that I just won't wear. Overalls for instance. He'd love me to wear them. . . not gonna happen. Thongs & Leggings-- only in the bedroom. Today his choice was a jacket-like thing. I guess one would call it an over-shirt? I don't know. It has long sleeves, goes over a t-shirt and basically covers only the boobs. Its kinda hard to explain, but I'm sure if you saw one you'd know what I'm talking about. Anyhoo, I told him that I wouldn't wear that, and that is fucking ugly. He got offended. Hell, he got pissed off. I don't think I've ever seen him that pissed off, and it was all over clothing. . .CLOTHING!!! Can you believe it? Just because I decided that something was fucking butt-ugly and I wouldn't wear it he gets POd. I compromised and said I'd wear it for him in bed. . . but no, not good enough. This thing is such hideous fashion that I'm sure Stacey of What Not to Wear wouldn't touch it.

Either way, I just can't understand how he can be so upset about what *I* wear. Its not his freakin' body! Why should he be upset because he's not able to cloth it in the clothes he wants?!

I understand that he loves change and loves to try new/different things, so it doesn't bother me when he says, "Oh, baby, you'd look good in this" or "Hey, why don't you try this" or hell, even "I saw this girl & she had this outfit that I thought you'd look hot in." I get that he'd like me to try different things, but when he gets offended because I won't try it, it puzzles me. I don't get offended when he won't wear something I think he'd look good in. If its not his style, then its not his style. It kinda sucks, but no biggie.

Sometimes he pushes me to try new things, and I hate that. I wish he'd just understand that sometimes I just won't budge. Its nothing personal, there are just somethings I won't do. When he gets like this it makes me wonder if he's trying to change me. I like me. . . a lot. I know that I need to change somethings, and for the most part, I'm open. I may not do it but I'll listen, and hell, sometimes I wind up doing it in my own time anyways. One thing I don't like is being forced. I am who I am, and I'm not gonna change for anyone but myself-- & yes this includes changing my wardrobe. I don't necessarily like how I dress, but I will change it my own way, & in my own time. Give me suggestions, but don't force into something just because you like it. . .I'm not your fucking paper doll.