She is in Church. I'm running late, but on time. I sit next to my family. She doesn't even say hi to me.
The head user asks me to user. I said I will do the collections and communion, but I'm going to sit with my family and not stand in the back.
My son tells me he wants to be with me today. I tell him ok.
During the peace be with you, I shake my wifes hand and kiss her cheek. She was distant.
The bad thing is I'm looking at my wives legs because she is wearing a skirt and all I can think about is jumping her bones. At one point during the homily she got the chills. How frustrating is that.
After mass we are walking out. She is front of me. There are some other mothers talking to her about what teachers the kids have.
We are outside, and I said. Son you coming with me. He said yes. I said ok. She starts this nonsense about his hair needing trimmed. I said I can take care of it. She said I want him to come with me so I can cut his hair. She said her work schedule is so messed up this week. I said what does that have to do with it. She asks if I have sissors at home. I tell her yes. Then she starts saying. I'm aloud to work, you work.
I didn't say you were not aloud to work. When did this become about you working. This is not about you working.
She says it again. I said I never said you couldn't work.
Then she starts getting loud with me. I said whatever. You are a goofball.
I walk away holding son's hand. We get in the car. I forgot to kiss my daughter. I'm a couple spots down. I see my daughter looking at me with the window down. Wife is on the phone.
She is a goofball.
Yes, I know calling her a goofball isn't helping.
My goal was for her to just be in mass with me and the kids.
