It seems my husband doesn't really do anything wrong after all. It's all me. I have problems. I'm demented. He's never done anything to make me angry. He doesn't do anything, but he's also "working on it" whatever "it" is. Since he doesn't do "it." And even though he doesn't do "it", I should just forget about "it" since "it's" all in the past. The past being five minutes ago, if necessary. Just forget "it"!
My main problem seems to be that I am stubborn, because I won't do what I'm told. This makes me a brick wall. But he really really loves me and brings me flowers 3 times a week. Even though I'm sick in the head. But I'm his baby, he loves me, I'm the love of his life, even though nobody can tell me anything because I'm a "little fireplug" who can't take criticism when he's only trying to help me. Since I'm the crazy one.
I guess I'm really really lucky that he puts up with me and my crazy ways, since I can never make it without him.
