Is It Me?
Or can husbands be real assholes sometimes? Mine is being a big baby and I'd like to give him a good slap and say "SNAP OUT OF IT". Okay, Diva and Hillbilly Mom, what movie is that from? I know, I know, it's an easy one.
We went to the Casino for supper last night and while we were there we came across his biking buddies. Of course, we are going to have to find a different hang out because I'm tired of running in to them every time we go out. They invited us to The Pelican after we ate. Mike kept yawning and saying "Man, I'm tired, I can't wait to get home and go straight to bed". But, once we got outside and on the bike, we turned right instead of left. We were heading for the Pelican. I had just asked him where we were going and he said he didn't know. He most certainly did too know. We got to Grove, pulled up to The Pelican and I opened my big mouth and ruined a perfectly half way decent night. I said "I can't believe we are going to the freakin Pelican. This place is such a dive!" He asked me if I wanted to go or not and I told him he knew how I felt about bars, especially trashy dive bars. So, he turns around and we drove home. Didn't stop anywhere else. We got home, he didn't say a word, dropped me off at the back door while he put the bike away. When he got in the house, he went straight to bedroom, stripped his clothes off and threw them across the room, flopped down on the bed and literally punched his pillow into submission. I looked at him and said "If you wanted to go, why didn't we just stay? I didn't care!" and he yelled at me. Yelled! "You made it pretty clear you didn't want to be there. Next time you can just drive your own ass there so you don't have to go anywhere you don't want to". Asshole. If he'd really wanted to go, nothing I said could have stopped him, he'd made me suffer through an evening of bad karyoke so he could be there. But, he really wanted to go home and go to bed, it was 11:00 when we left the Casino in the first place. He just needed a scape goat and I was the best candidate. I didn't go to bed right away, I stayed up in the living room, washing his clothes. Since he hooked up our new a/c, I have to turn it off to run the dryer, as I may have mentioned. So, I stay up late waiting for the clothes to dry so I can turn the a/c back on. It was 1:00 last night, or should I say this morning, before I finally went to bed. Then I got up at 7:00 and started in on laundry that could be dried out on the line. I left the house at 9:00 and asshole was still in bed asleep. I didn't wake sleeping beauty to tell him good bye. I was still hurt. He did call me while I was sitting in the eye doctor's office. He didn't act sorry and I didn't either. Because I'm not.
Asshole.
posted by Stacie at
11:36 AM
1 Comments:
Men and women do not think alike in very many ways. You are expecting way too much from your poor hubby. When a man asks you what is wrong and you say "nothing" or "you know exactly what is wrong",trust me he is clueless. He believes "Nothing" and goes on about his business or he is completely in the dark as to how he is supposed to know what is wrong. Hubby and I had this conversation early in our relationship after I had gotten my feelings hurt several times. He told me that I had to tell him because he wasn't a mind reader and that his perception and mine where pretty close to opposite. I took a clue and things have worked out wonderfully. Your honey won't pick up on your feelings. He is not wired that way. Men see black and white. They don't put much if any time into thinking about relationships. Women on the other hand spend way too much time thinking about relationships. Face it men are very basic creatures. Tell him how you feel. Tell him nicely. He will start getting it someday. Trust me on this one. Don't make yourself so crazy. Give the poor guy a break. He will never go to sensitivity training, and since you picked him and married him, he had to be quite the catch. Pat yourself on the back for sticking it out all these years and remember he is a work in progress and you must be patient.
Cap'n N's Mom
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