Fucktastic Night
Geezus...last night was a shit show. I came home from dinner with my SIL and K and I went out on the porch and had some wine, then more wine. Came inside and I was trying on dresses for a wedding we're going to. Things were a-ok. Then he got all "love making" on me and I started crying. The emotional bubble burst. And at first, he was calm and asking what's wrong and to talk to him. Then it all went sideways. I said I was overwhelmed. I feel like I'm drowning. And, we're not on the same page. He asked for further explantation. I was getting flustered and brought up a time last week that he got home and the first thing he said to me was "you couldn't pick up and charge roomba?" It bothered me. He set the tone for the night IMO. I dont like that. The first thing from either of our mouths shouldn't be negative. Well, he was a dog with a bone and would NOT let it drop. Kept coming back to why can't I let things go. It was nothing. I made too...