But wait..there's MORE!
THEN...oh how I wish there wasn't more...but the argument continued 8 hours later when I picked him up from work...

"Gee, glad you showed up on time."

"I told you, the only reason I was late yesterday was because I got stuck in traffic."

"Yeah, right. You leave when you damn well feel like it, to hell with how I feel. I wouldn't even be working this crappy job if you hadn't guilted me into it?"

"I didn't make you take this job. If anyone guilted you into it, it was YOU. Not me. I learned a long time ago that you are only going to do what you want to do..no matter the consequences."

"Oh, now we're back to the housework thing. Well, I'm sorry, but I only expect you to do what I wife should do. The house and all things in it are your responsibility...and you need to remember that."

"Uh huh. Well, if you want to go that way, fine. If all you mentioned above is my responsibility, then holding down a job and supporting the family is yours. So, I'll tell ya what. As soon as you manage to hold up your end of the deal, then we can talk about mine. Til then, you can go to hell."

"That was a mean thing to say."

"Yeah, well, the truth hurts. Deal with it. The bottom line is that I'm tired of carrying this family and having to endure your criticism about how I choose to do it."

"You don't give a damn about how I feel, do you?"

"Yeah yeah. I don't give a damn about you...or your feelings. You really need to change your tune, cuz this song is getting old."

"Well, maybe I should just go somewhere where my feelings are considered."

"Are you threatening to leave again?"

"It seems to be the only thing that works with you."

"You're kidding, right?"

Silence.

"You actually think that your threats are the reason you get what you want? Do you really think I am THAT fragile? Lemme tell ya something, sweetheart. I refuse to fall victim to your emotional blackmail. You, dearie are an amateur. I grew up with the QUEEN of emotional blackmail, and if I can survive HER, then you are a walk in the park. You wanna leave, there's the door...feel free to walk out it, and don't let it hit you in the ass on the way out!"

He sighed and didn't say another word. And, wonders of wonders, he was actually civil this evening when we got home. Don't know if it will last, but at least we aren't fighting at the moment. I'll settle for that..for now.

Yes, we ARE a VERY volatile couple. Yes, we fight A LOT. And we DO love each other. There are just things each of us can't stand about the other...and neither of us know how to get past that. Normally, we just agree to disagree, but when he is in a position that he doesn't like, then he tends to lash out, and I am his main target. As time has gone on, and I've had to take on more and more responsibilities that should be on his shoulders, I have become less and less willing to be his emotional punching bag..even though I know that most of the time, I'm not the problem. You can only take so much before you reach your limit. Well, I'm here to tell you that I have reached my limit. Don't know what's going to happen from here on...but I'll keep you posted.

I promise that my next post will be much lighter. I hate being a wet blanket. I really do...


- posted by Kim @ 11:10 PM