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Tuesday, April 29, 2008

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so my husband hates me right now and i'm not handling this shit well AT ALL.

sunday night, his sister came over for dinner and to also take a break from studying for finals and ask bunches of questions about baby stuff. it is really nice to have her want to be so involved and help and do really nice sister-in-law/auntie-to-be things for me.

anyhoos, after we finished dinner, Jess offered to clean the kitchen so i could have a break. that was really sweet of her, but i really didn't want her to do it because i like to clean my way and no matter how well anyone else cleans, i always go behind them and do it all over myself. my way. BUT Jay had been gone most of the weekend for work, and i really needed some cuddle time with him, so i relinquished the power of clean queen to her. [and she actually did a good job except she didn't swiffer the floor the right way and she didn't lysol the sink after she was finished.]

so, Jay was lying on the couch and i was lying on top of him and we were just being all giggly and silly and telling little peanut to expect to be traumatized and dysfunctional because s/he will walk in on mommy and daddy having sex more than once in his/her lifetime because mommy and daddy have a problem controlling their naughty bits and always forget to lock the doors. then all of a sudden, right in my ear he yells, "JESS! WOULD YOU BRING ME A BEE-"

and before he could finish his beer request, i smacked him in his mouth.

really hard.

and he bled.

a lot.

for a really long time.

and he had to go to the ER and get stitches.

i felt really bad because i didn't mean to hurt him, but when someone yells in your ear after you've asked them a million times not to, something unpretty is bound to happen. usually when i smack him, he'll just sit there with his hand over the spot i just hit and look at me and say "are you fucking crazy?" and i'll say "yeah, that's what the doctors tell me" and then we'll laugh about the whole thing.

but, when he realized he was bleeding and that he actually had a really bad cut on the inside of his lip because i'd smacked him so hard, he got really angry and yelled at me. he wouldn't let me touch him or talk to him. and when he couldn't stop the bleeding, he wouldn't let me go to the ER with him. since that whole thing happened, he hasn't said more than 10 words to me nor has he slept in our bed. yesterday, he didn't even call or text me to see how our little peanut was or just to say 'i love you'. and there's about 2 more hours left in his workday and he hasn't called or texted me. my feelings are extremely hurt right now. he's so inconsiderate, yet he finds a way to make the whole thing my fault and it is soooooo not. now i'm all stressed out and my blood pressure is high and this is not good for the baby. i don't even want him to be my baby's daddy anymore cause he's such big bag of douche and i hate that i even married him and changed my last name for him. ugh. why do i put up with his shit?