Let’s try this again, shall we? I’m PMSing. I’m tired of being broke. So is my husband. He’s also pissed that the house is a mess. Never mind that I’m the only one that works. Oh sorry, that’s my bitterness showing. He does go to school part-time. [AND he has RA and Ménière's syndrome.]
He and I had words last night. He felt the need to point out the ways in which I am failing my family… not cleaning the house, not potty-training the boy, spending too much money, not buying the right food… and I refused to just whimper and apologize. Not that it would have mattered if I did.
It’s no secret that my husband is an ass. I knew that when I married him. But hell, I’m no angel either. I’m stubborn and independent. I don’t really know how to be married. I was raised by a single mother and would have done just fine as a single mother myself, thank you very much. But I’m not single. I am married. And sometimes it is not easy for me.
I need to learn to bend. I need to acknowledge that my husband likes to be needed even though I don’t do needy. I need to learn how to admit when I’m wrong without feeling like I just took it up the ass.