I, only a few minutes ago, got off the phone with my husband. Because orange isn't my favourite colour and I don't really want to live without him, I need to rant here. I completely appreciate that none of you really know what kind of work we do, so the context of the situation might be lost on you, but I still need to vent.

My husband is still struggling with the fact that his children aren't a part of his life. For the last few months he has been taking out his frustration on me and my son. Never anything serious, but at this point it's getting seriously annoying.

Yesterday, our store manager of four years gave his notice. He's only given us two weeks to replace him, so my husband immediately reached out to another manager he had been speaking with in the past about the opening.

He gave this manager until Monday night to let us know if he would like to accept the position.

He just called me to say that he was referred to another manager at a different store, he called this other manager and he thinks she sounds fantastic. He's made arrangements to meet with her on Monday night. Before he goes to see the person he already offered the job to.

I said, why would you meet with her before hand? You can't offer her the job because you won't know if the other guy is going to take it or not. That's not fair to leave her thinking all weekend that she might have a new job opportunity, when you've already offered it to someone else. He argued a bit with me, why not, what's the harm, blah blah. Then I also pointed out to him, that what is he going to do if it turns out she really is fantastic? He still cannot offer her the position, because he already offered it to this other guy. So he'll end up in that case regretting the fact that he met a fantastic potential employee but he can't hire her because he's already offered the job to someone else - and this "someone else" is someone he spoke to in the spring about a position, so he cannot renege on the offer and then ever expect to entertain hiring this guy in the future.

And what is his reply? "Don't you ever find it tiresome that none of my ideas are ever good enough? I think I'm doing the right thing and then you tell me that I'm not doing it right at all."

I seriously had no words. The silence took over. One of those wow I might actually rip your head off if I speak.

What I find tiresome, dear husband, is that every time I disagree with something that you have decided in these last few months, you throw in my face that you can't do anything right. Which couldn't be farther from the truth. Although in this situation, I do think it was a rather stupid decision.

Thank you for your attention. I'm going to open a bottle of wine and go sit in my hot tub. Alone.