Sometimes you’re just wrong. That’s me today. I had to get up early. When I rolled over, hoping for snuggles, here was hubby, like most days.. From the second he gets up until he goes to bed.. Smoochy wooching with Roller Girl.
I got pissed and got out of bed. a few minutes later I yelled at him when he came in the bathroom, which won’t help.
Me being an asshole isn’t going to make life better.
It suddenly dawned on me that I was letting my resentment rule me. I was being wrong. And it’s stupid.
I stopped immediately and tried to make amends. I can’t do crap about his shit but I WILL take care of mine. I hate being the asshole. 😦