Crying again alone in the bedroom while H plays with the kids in the living room. At least I've got coffee in here with me. H just got through yelling at me hysterically in front of the children because he didn't like the way I expressed that I needed help this morning with the kids. I wasn't sarcastic, but I know I was a little stressed because D1.5 was extremely fussy and I couldn't do anything to console her, then S3 spied his Halloween bucket up on a high shelf in the cabinet and asked if he could have a sucker. I gave him one, and then of course, D1.5 wanted one too, but we're not letting her have suckers yet because of the choking hazard. Basically a huge tantrum ensued, and I'm honestly not dodging my own responsibility for the argument but I can't remember exactly what I said. I try always to keep my emotions in check lately, so I know while I didn't say anything nasty, I probably said something in a stressed tone. All I remember next is my husband cornering me in the hallway and yelling in my face that when he's here and I'm here he can't do things the way he wants because it's always my way and that's why he wasn't jumping in to help and that's the way it's always been in our marriage. That was an extremely useful piece of information. I wish his delivery had been a little nicer. Still, I do think that wanting to always be in control is something I probably need to work on whether we stay M or not. H did apologize for yelling once he calmed down, but I still had to go into the bedroom and cry a little. I feel better writing this out.
To Maybell: Thank you for the hugs and advice. My daughter is much better today, just a little swollen.
Looking forward to a GAL activity tonight—dinner with friends in the city. I might even try to head out a little early and do some shopping.
Last edited by Lorelai; 12/07/1405:38 PM.
Me: 38 H: 43 Kids: 2,4 T10 M6 BD: 1/14 11/14: H moves out
H just got through yelling at me hysterically in front of the children because he didn't like the way I expressed that I needed help this morning with the kids. I wasn't sarcastic, but I know I was a little stressed because D1.5 was extremely fussy and I couldn't do anything to console her, then S3 spied his Halloween bucket up on a high shelf in the cabinet and asked if he could have a sucker. I gave him one, and then of course, D1.5 wanted one too, but we're not letting her have suckers yet because of the choking hazard. Basically a huge tantrum ensued, and I'm honestly not dodging my own responsibility for the argument but I can't remember exactly what I said. I try always to keep my emotions in check lately, so I know while I didn't say anything nasty, I probably said something in a stressed tone. All I remember next is my husband cornering me in the hallway and yelling in my face that when he's here and I'm here he can't do things the way he wants because it's always my way and that's why he wasn't jumping in to help and that's the way it's always been in our marriage. That was an extremely useful piece of information. I wish his delivery had been a little nicer. 