If you ever think you've since something go from bad to worse, my husband can ruin a night in a matter of 5 minutes. Last night was fright night here. I had been home all day with the dogs, and two of them had been under the weather, anyways. But although frustrated, I tried to pull myself together so I wouldn't need much from husband. Sometimes it seems like if I'm asking for a matter of thirty to myself, you would think I was asking for the moon. I finished all the chores last night, and even packed up and made my husband's mexican fajita wraps for lunch today. They looked great and were wrapped very nicely. I was only upstairs about 15 minutes trying to print off some blank recipe cards when all I hear is screeching and screaming from downstairs. It was my husband having a tirade with the dogs. He thinks I don't know what he was doing again--but obviously I know he wasn't paying attention because I found his puzzle book and my ink pen tossed to the side. He had the puppy in the LR and the dog had previously been drinking a lot of water because he (Bullet) and Murphy (5 year old greyhound) had just come in from a run. I told my husband, make sure you watch the dog because he going to have to go out a lot. He has to drink or he'll be dehydrated. So, basically stay alert and get him outside. So, he has the puppy with him in the LR, but I can tell now, he was obviously engrossed in the his puzzle book. Because puppy was running around, and then peed on the carpet, So, that's the point where I initially came in from upstairs (hearing my husband screeching). Now, the puppy has peed on the carpet, and my husband also gets into an altercation with my 15 year old miniature poodle. Comet, bites him. Nothing surprising there. I have come downstairs by this point, and he is just jumbling sentences out about the dogs, and I said let's just clean it up. And he just continues to belabor the point, on how awful the puppy is. And I say, yea, I know he has issues, but you have to get him outside. I'm not pointing fingers, I just want to get this done and move on. And I don't want to talk about it anymore. And he just keeps going off. And I smiled at him, and said, when this is reversed, I have to drop it. But its you, and it's all about you. Do you want a gold star for the day? What do you want? I am trying to help you clean this up. And he just continues to make faces at me. Then he gets our new shampooer out, and takes 10 minutes and cleans the carpet. Then he comes back to the about the puppy. I also forget, he threw the puppy outside loose in our fenced yard in the dark. So, I am scrambling to try and find the dog. I bring the dog back up on the sunporch while he is finishing the carpet. He comes from doing that, I go back upstairs, and turn off the computer because I realize, that I can't get any time ever again to myself while he's home, because he doesn't want me to be able to have that. So, I go back to the LR and try to help with the puppy and he wants none of my help. In between all of this, he is screeching at me **&&^^%% you! I don't know what is coming over him, but he's like possessed. Then, the puppy wants to sit and play with me, and husband won't leave him with me. Finally, husband states, I've had enough. I just looked at him. Here I am with the dogs around me, trying to appease everyone. And my husband just gets up, and goes to bed. So, I was left with all of this last night about 9 p.m. No apology, nothing. I think that his behavior was terrible, and truthfully I don't what I'm going to do, but I do know, I am not putting with that BS again. I had been sick for two days with a migraine and stomach cramps. And during the night and again this morning, my hands have started to break out with another flare of dermatitis on the palms. So, I itchy and miserable as well. But I seriously don't know which way to turn today--I feel like I'm going in a circle. Because of thoughts of biomom & SD are certainly not pleasant thoughts, either. I am really hoping that this day gets much better soon.
Regards,
Sweetie