So, wife sulked today. She exploded at daughter, made daughter cry. I had to go down to the master bedroom in an attempt to retrieve D15's mobile phone, which I needed her to have. There she was, in her pajamas at 3 pm, in bed, crying tears, reading a romance novel (there are probably five hundred romance novels piled in and around that room).
When she barked at me, I stood my ground, smiled, wished her a pleasant afternoon, and assertively shut the door.
Rather than leave (for which D15 needed her phone) we sat in the living room playing cards for about an hour. Wife emerged from downstairs, sniffling loudly, heating herself up some lunch, then went back downstairs.
The guilt trip is in full swing. I am a horrible guy for not speaking to this woman... or something like that.
The funny thing is how ingrained it is in me, after all these years. For a few moments I had to fight the urge to rush over, throw my arms around the poor victim tenderly, apologize (for what, I don't know, but I'm sure it was my fault) and kiss her ass.
Then we could go back to the way life was before.
I would be funny, if I weren't so pathetic.
Jesus... this thread is like a blog or something... I hope someone stumbles in here someday and gets something out of my ongoing saga.
M:40 W:40 2 teenagers ILYBNILWY: 09 January 2010 soon to be walking away my situation