Tuesday, January 30, 2007
This Stupid Bastard
I am so pissed right now I could punch someone. I thought that things had changed. When I took my husband back, it was with the understanding that he would stop with the baseless accusations and trust me. I told him that I was tired of dealing with him accusing me of cheating when I have been COMPLETELY faithful to him. He agreed that he would trust me, he acknowledged that he had a problem and he knew that this was his last chance. Now guess what? He just blew it.
He took the baby to get her first set of immunizations today. When he got home, the first thing he asked me was "Who was smoking a cigarette outside?" Now, we live in an apartment complex, so it's not like this is private property. So my reply was "How am I supposed to know what anyone was doing outside? I've been in here." It could have been the cigarette I was smoking the other night when I went to get my pack, but I doubt that it would still be there. Anyway, then he was walking around giving me evil looks and shit. I asked him what was wrong. He said I knew what was wrong, I knew what I had done. What? I had watched General Hospital, talked to my mom, searched for washer/dryer combos online, and talked to my friend on the phone until he got home. What was wrong with that?
Then he was throwing pillows off of the couch. I ignored him and put the baby in her bassinet. He walked to the bedroom door with my hairbrush.
"What did you need the brush for? Whose hair were you brushing?" (My hair looks a hot mess today).
"I was brushing my daughter's hair. You can go look, I put her hair in a ponytail."
He walked away with a smirk on his face. Then he went into the bathroom and started smoking a cigarette, and I went and joined him. I reminded him of the conversation we had had a few days prior about communication. I said that if he was upset with me about something (real or imaginary), then he needed to tell me. I at least deserve to know what I was being persecuted for. He said that I knew what I did. I named everything that I had done since he left. He just smirked. I could see him clinching and unclinching his jaw.
He told me to tell him that I wasn't like the friend I had just gotten off of the phone with. He said that she is a ho because she found someone new only a few weeks after getting out of a relationship. What that had to do with us, I have no idea.
Then as I was blogging, he comes into the living room and says "Do you think I'm a sucker? A fool?" Blah blah blah. I ignored him.
Anyway, I went into the bedroom to see why the baby was crying and ended up talking to him. Apparently, as he was leaving, a car with two guys pulled up in front of our building. He said the guys started walking towards our apartment. I reminded him that our unit is in the middle, and they probably were going to visit our neighbors on the left, because they tend to have an awful lot of company.
Now he's trying to be nice. Whatever.
Labels: insecurity, Jealousy, Stupid husband
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