WHA??? Um. Yeah. Because my little Monkey was still awake and swinging from the trees around us, I kept my cool. I think this makes me pretty amazing in the realm of temper-control. I used to be not-good at this. I've worked at it. I try to apologize when I realize I'm being a bitch, and then spend most of our 'discussions' trying not to lose my schmidt and get Hubby to work toward a resolution instead of being stuck in fight mode. It.is.exhausting. I need him to effing step up and stop being nasty. I mean, we are in our mid-30s and it's time to get past being hateful. Really.
After I nicely refused to speak to him for a couple of hours, he apologized for being mean. BUT (there's always a 'but') he said he was upset because I was mean to him. Wahhh-wahhh. Curious about my nastiness? Ready? This is how it went down:
Me: I made dinner, so you're on clean-up duty.
Him: Huff. Stomp. Pout.
Uh-huh. It was because I asked him to.clean.the.dishes. Mean, aren't I? Bossy, too. The thing is, I own my bossiness, but this time I wasn't being mean or bossy, he was being a big ol' baby.
I told him as kindly as possible to suck it the eff up and get the chip off his shoulder. Surprisingly, this didn't go over so well. Turns out I'm tired of being the bigger person. . . oops.
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