Melody Wright

One Strange Soul
2019-10-19 14:53:14 (UTC)

Date night

I worked eighty hours last week so I wanted to do something fun.
I suggested that husband and I see a movie tonight.
He starts to lecture me about saving money, and I can feel my blood pressure going up. I don't want to argue, but he has zero right to lecture me about money.

So later we are sitting together, watching tv and he mentions we haven't had sex in a while and he thinks I am seeing someone else. What the frick?! It has to be a joke, but he's being serious, and I just start yelling about the long hours I've been working. I can feel a real sense of hatred bubbling up towards him. All he can say is I don't need to get so upset. Is he for real? I just don't have words for it.

But to top it all off, he tells me this morning he knows what we can do instead of going to the movie. We can finally fix the light in the kitchen and rent a movie.
Yes, the light fixture I have been asking him to fix since May. The light I told him I wanted fixed as an anniversary gift in July (the only thing I asked for.)
I have been cooking in partial darkness for months and this is going to be our date night.
This is how it will go: I will pick out the light, we'll bring it home, he'll start to work on it, his back will start hurting, I'll end up doing it myself.

I have Monday off, but I might not tell him. I'll just pretend to go to work and hang out at the bookstore all day.




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