I don't get angry. This means that I don't shout and scream and hit out in anger at the person next to me. Nope, not at all. What I do get is a Silent Angry. And when THAT happens, you don't want to be around me. I close up the air when I get that. There'll develop a strange silence in the house, and to my face you couldn't say what is wrong, but you KNOW that something is VERY WRONG.
But the irony of it all is, I cannot bear it when the reaction to my being Silent Angry is the Hub-man getting angry in return. That bursts the silence like a pin bursting a beautifully crafted balloon figurine!
So yesterday, something was wrong. Like I said, the Hub-man is in Stretch zone right now. He's this silent brooding guy right now, someone I feel like I have to walk on egg-shells around. All while trying to keep up the charade of being merry (reference, 'Men are from Mars..' And yes, I know! I know!)!!
Add to this that we're moving into our first, own home at the end of next month, and our parents are coming to stay with us. For all of three days! Disappointing. Very disappointing. I mean, who else do we have to share our house with Here?
And my sister's been out of touch the last couple weeks. The time difference separating the to of us makes it really difficult for us to keep in touch, and the last couple of weeks have been really hectic at both our ends, stretching (I'm starting to hate the word..!!) our limits and conditions (and terms. Kidding.)
So all in all, my patience has been pulled REALLY thin and I feel as if I'm walking on a high-tension wire the whole time. And yesterday, when the Hub-man seemed COMPLETELY out of humor, it really tested my endurance. I said something (I don't remember what, but since I said it, it must have been something NICE!) and he said, 'Okay.' And I was like, 'What?' And somehow the conversation turned to something about me being cheesy.
Yes, I'm cheesy. I love cheese, and sometimes cheesy is nice! But, according to the Hub-man, sometimes I get TOO cheesy. I said , 'Ok-aaay.' Now, for anybody who knows me, the 'ok-aaay' is a warning sign. But to the hub-man who was engrossed in the poll estimations, it was lost. I asked him to tell me how. And to the poor guy already out of humor, it wasn't really a fun conversation.
To cut the long story short, I said at the end, 'Fine!' And a couple of minutes later, I stormed off into the bedroom.
Sigh... Can someone fetch me the cheese-knife please?!!
But the irony of it all is, I cannot bear it when the reaction to my being Silent Angry is the Hub-man getting angry in return. That bursts the silence like a pin bursting a beautifully crafted balloon figurine!
So yesterday, something was wrong. Like I said, the Hub-man is in Stretch zone right now. He's this silent brooding guy right now, someone I feel like I have to walk on egg-shells around. All while trying to keep up the charade of being merry (reference, 'Men are from Mars..' And yes, I know! I know!)!!
Add to this that we're moving into our first, own home at the end of next month, and our parents are coming to stay with us. For all of three days! Disappointing. Very disappointing. I mean, who else do we have to share our house with Here?
And my sister's been out of touch the last couple weeks. The time difference separating the to of us makes it really difficult for us to keep in touch, and the last couple of weeks have been really hectic at both our ends, stretching (I'm starting to hate the word..!!) our limits and conditions (and terms. Kidding.)
So all in all, my patience has been pulled REALLY thin and I feel as if I'm walking on a high-tension wire the whole time. And yesterday, when the Hub-man seemed COMPLETELY out of humor, it really tested my endurance. I said something (I don't remember what, but since I said it, it must have been something NICE!) and he said, 'Okay.' And I was like, 'What?' And somehow the conversation turned to something about me being cheesy.
Yes, I'm cheesy. I love cheese, and sometimes cheesy is nice! But, according to the Hub-man, sometimes I get TOO cheesy. I said , 'Ok-aaay.' Now, for anybody who knows me, the 'ok-aaay' is a warning sign. But to the hub-man who was engrossed in the poll estimations, it was lost. I asked him to tell me how. And to the poor guy already out of humor, it wasn't really a fun conversation.
To cut the long story short, I said at the end, 'Fine!' And a couple of minutes later, I stormed off into the bedroom.
Sigh... Can someone fetch me the cheese-knife please?!!
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