Hooray for Me!

Hooray for Me!

I try to keep my blog posts about my marriage neutral so that readers can’t point blame.  But I can’t help it tonight.  I’m pointing blame directly at my husband.  Because he was a jackass tonight and because I think I should get a medal for not doing any of the following: 1)  Kicking him in the shins 2)  Stuffing my lemon chicken up his… 3)  Leaving him with the kids while I walked out and went shopping at Target But I didn’t do any of those things.  Instead, I…

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Pouting, Fighting and Apologies

Pouting, Fighting and Apologies

So, Chris and I have been fighting for two days.  But we only just ACTUALLY spoke about it tonight.  And by spoke, I mean he said he was mad, I got mad for him being mad, we slammed some doors, then went to Bean’s Christmas concert at school, smiled with the other parents like everything was fine, came home and put the kids to bed together, and then sat on opposite ends of the couch pouting until bedtime. All very mature, highly functioning stuff. I have two versions of the…

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Anger is As Anger Does

Anger is As Anger Does

I have a confession. I get angry. It’s my default emotion.  Whenever something is off, whenever I feel anything other than normal, I default to anger.  Yell now, ask questions later. Maybe I’m tired.  Maybe I’m sad.  Maybe I’m frustrated or hurt.  Maybe I’m stressed.  Doesn’t matter what the emotion is.  Anything other than straight-forward happy and I immediately get mad.  Then, I think it through after I’ve exploded and I decide, “You know what, I’m not really angry.  I’m actually just really disappointed…or scared…or nervous…etc.” It’s not a very…

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Before the Wrath

Before the Wrath

I have a confession. I am an overreacter. I really don’t like this trait in myself.  It drives me crazy, actually.  I wish that I could have normal reactions to things.  I wish I could think logically through them and then speak coherent, respectful words to work through the situation.  But, apparently, I’m missing that gene.  When something pushes me, I overreact.  My response is not proportionate to the action.  I know that.  I recognize that.  But, until last week, I didn’t know how to fix that. Here’s the thing…

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We’re Not Turning the Page; We’re Starting a Whole New Book

We’re Not Turning the Page; We’re Starting a Whole New Book

Last week I blogged about how my marriage has hit a rough patch.  There weren’t many details because we seemed to be so far beyond details.  But even without knowing the specifics, you all came running to my side.  Two years ago when I decided to open my marriage up for the Internet and all its inhabitants to see and judge, it was for the purpose of not just telling my own story, but of showing that sometimes we all go through hard times in our relationships.  I don’t know…

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When Parents Are Married

When Parents Are Married

I have tried writing this post for two days now.  It’s really hard to write for a couple reasons.  First, I try to make sure on my blog when I talk about problems or arguments or fights Chris and I have that I don’t present them in a manner that allows you as a reader to take sides.  Sure, I like to rag on Chris and make fun of him, but for more serious issues, I really do try to be as middle of the road as possible because this…

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I’m Right, RIGHT?

I’m Right, RIGHT?

Yesterday I picked my head up out of the toilet long enough to pick a fight with Chris.   A big fight.   A fight so big that we haven’t spoken since yesterday at 5:45.   A fight so big that when I bought him McDonalds for dinner last night as a peace offering, he left it sitting on the counter and cooked his own dinner instead.   These are uncharted waters for me.   McDonald’s has never failed me. I would blame this fight on hormones if I could…

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Them’s Fightin’ Words

Them’s Fightin’ Words

I have found recently that the price you pay for new things in your life is new things to fight about with your husband. Chris and I honestly don’t fight that often, and when we do it lasts about 2.7 seconds and then we buy each other ice cream and move on. We both have thick skin, but more importantly, we both know that the best way for us to deal with things is to just say whats eating on us and then duke it out for a few rounds…

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