“And that’s how they found them; dead and still strangling one another.”
Mar 15, 2008 Married Life
We’re getting ready to go out somewhere, the both of us are crowded in the bathroom—I’m putting eye liner on and he’s brushing his hair. I look over at his reflection in the mirror and notice his skirt.
When I’m getting ready to go out some where, really getting ready—the make up, the nice clothes, the hair and so on—I get so easily frustrated at myself. I don’t know why I do this, I want to be perfect but I know I’m not. I’m round and blubbery and plain. But for some reason my mind says that it’s just because I can’t get myself together right, then I get angry at myself and bitchy.
So I notice his shirt and decide to channel all of this into him instead, “Look at your shirt. Look at it. It’s covered in hamster piss. That is a nice shirt, why didn’t you take it off?”
He stares at me in an incredulous manner.
“My god, now it’s all stained and it’ll probably never fucking come out. You do this ALL the time; you wear your nice shirts and get them all stained up and never think about wearing a bad one to clean or change hamsters cages with. I want to go eat somewhere nice but noooooooOooooooooooooooo, we can’t, now, because your shirt’s all covered in hamster piss and grease and–”
“I know you’re going to shut up.”
“–we won’t -what?” I splutter.
“I know you’re going to shut up about this. Because you WEAR MY SHIRTS MISS COFFEE AND HOT CHOCOLATE AND MILK ALL OVER MY SHIRTS. MY SHIRTS. THAT YOU WEAR. MINE. ALL THE TIME”
“….I..it..I’ll.” I realize that he’s won, of course.
“I’m leaving the bathroom, now,” as he strode triumphantly through the door.
I love the fact that when I’m being ridiculous, instead of choking me to death he comes at it with humor and logic, which is good because I am lacking the latter a lot.
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