fear. i have a 3 year old and a 10 month old and both of them are sick and coughing, and i am sick and my husband is sick. i keep forgetting that it's not the 18th century and that we have medical care to deal with coughs and that ilk. fear that my husband is a first rate cretin after we have a nasty whispered fight -- i've lost my voice -- when i told him he was so damaged on the inside that he makes me want to throw up. and he accused me of amping up my illness for dramatic effect and made a reference to me sitting on the couch surfing the net and eating while he hadn't had anything but a sandwich because he wasn't hungry. which as we all know, was a dig on two levels 1) i'm fat and lazy 2) the fact that i was eating means i'm not really sick. that's about when i told him he was damaged. i am coughing so hard that i pee. not good. certainly not something i would choose to amp up for dramatic effect.
so. fear and anger.
welcome to night time without snacks.
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