omg, I am fuming mad. and lets just say, not a lot of db-ing around here today.
h had asked me if he could keep the kids later today than normal, and would have them back sometime between 12-1. well, apparently we had a huge miscommunication, because to me, that means I need to make sure I am here by 1. I figured he wouldn't be back till then, and just wanted the extra time.
took myself off to nordtrom and had a nice morning browsing. caved and got a new pair of shoes...very very cute shoes, exactly what I have been looking for, will wear them for years to come shoes. browsed a few more shops, got a new jacket finally, am unsure of it and actually thought to myself that I'd show it to H when he got here and see what he thought.
was almost home at around 12:30 and decided to swing into the grocery store that is close to my house for milk/bread. I hate the store, never go here, but didn't feel like going to the one I like since its a bit further away. It didn't cross my mind that either would be an issue, actually.
grabbed what I needed, was in the check-out line at 12:45, when my phone rang and its H going off on me. he had just pulled up to the house and I wasn't there and he was flipping out, yelling how he had plans. I'm 2 minutes away, mind you, just have to check out. I told him I thought is was 12-1, so 1 would be fine, asked why he was yelling at me and he kept yelling that he had plans.
I started fuming while in line at the store. finally got to my car and was home by 1pm on the dot. I had really worked myself up by this time...lets just say, I was using language I have never before used in my life. I've developed a bit of a potty mouth since last spring anyway, but there were terms and phrases even I didn't know I knew.
I jumped out, grabbed my groceries, and stormed in the house. H ran out, pissed, to put the carseats back into my car. I ran out yelling at him to just go, go, go, I could figure out the carseats, not to bother, hurry hurry hurry, I don't want him to be late. he refused, said he was going to do it, started going off on me about how 12-1 means that I should be here by 12 so whenever he got here, all would be fine.
F-him
fine, if that's what he meant, well, be more clear next time. I went off on him, told him finally (after he kept saying he had plans) that I'm sure she would forgive him for his lateness. He was crabby, said that had nothing to do with anything. I told him to go get a BJ, obviously those few days away from her made him especially crabby.
yeah, I went there. there is more, he kept trying to talk to me more about it, I kept telling him to go, go go, don't be late. he told me he already was late, that he should have been gone by 12:30, didn't even pull in till 12:45, and heavens, I wasn't there until 1pm.
f-him.
sorry, I'm still fuming. this was not pretty and not db-ing in the slightest. He actually slammed the door to the house when he left and took off like a bat out of hell.
gee, think my marriage has a chance? lol.
me neither.
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.'"
