It’s been a while since I’ve felt that “gotta-have-you-now-feeling” from another man.
But I did last night.
He liked and wanted me as I am – an overweight, stay-at-home, married mom of two toddlers.
Kiefer Sutherland wanted me to GO HOME with him.
And in one sudden waking flash, it all ended with the noise of hacking-up-a-lung from my husband at 5am.
Gee, thanks, hon.
I could have had Kiefer Sutherland.
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SO, I was a bit snappy last night to my husband (no, he’s not a dh – he’d KILL me if I called him “dear” anything). I was under a bit of stress from getting ready for the expo that was today. I think that’s a bit understandable. I get stressed easily, and I really try to mask it and not take it out on him. After all, it’s only his fault 90% of the time.
SO, when I took out my computer late last night after getting back from setting up my booth and the power cord wasn’t plugged in, I said, “I TOLD you not to unplug the power cord.” (Notice no exclamation point. Just an emphasis on “told.”)
SO, his response was, “I’m SORRY. What DIFFERENCE does it make? How HARD is it to plug in?”
SO, my response was, “I’m just a little stressed. It’s fine.” (Notice no exclamation point. Just an under-my-breath “fine.”)
SO, his response was, “You DON’T have to take it out on ME if you’re stressed.”
Pause.
SO, then he says, “My team (NY Mets) is blowing their season, so I’M a little STRESSED.”
I see… Priorities.
I had no response. How do I respond to such stress and life-altering events in one’s life?
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