and once again, I can do no right. H just dropped the kids off and I asked if he could help me move a dresser. he got all bent out of shape about it. not the physical part, but the fact that I was moving it at all.
H and I have never had a real bedroom set...there was always something else to spend money on, and honestly I was having a hard time deciding just what I want. we have 2 dressers that were his when he was a kid and have used those...I have one of them, and most of the other (hey, he's a nice guy in some respects). since he's been gone, in fact, when he was still here but on the couch, he hasn't had any clothes in our room...not the closet or the dressers.
our plan that we had discussed for a while was to move this dresser eventually into the boys room. they have a small one right now, and its inadequate at best. I decided to go ahead and move it. If H and I reconcile, well, then its my impetus to finally get something for us...it would be nice to spend the divorce money on new bedroom furniture instead. if we do divorce, well, I'm sick of having his old bedroom furniture, will treat myself to something of my own anyway.
he was really irritated that I was doing this, and par for the course lately, apparently forgot we had always planned to do it. In fact, when I (nicely) mentioned that, he said sarcastically, "oh just another thing apparently I don't remember that you said." very obviously meaning I am full of crap.
ugh. can do no right.
but I let it go. I did. I didn't get sucked into an argument, I didn't even respond, just moved it with him. which I didn't do right because the thing is so heavy, even empty, that I had to set it down halfway for a minute.
ass.
okay, he's gone and I won't see him for almost a week. woo-hooo!
M-41 H-38 M-10 years, T-14 years Bomb-PA 3/19/07 Separated-6/7/07 Piecing/h back home 5/08 S-6 S-4 D-4
"Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is that little voice at the end of the day that says, 'I'll try again tomorrow.'"
