“I Fucking Hate You” My Husband Said
As he smiled and hugged me on my way out.
Married ones are thinking “it be like that sometimes”. Single ones are thinking “shit that’s what I have to look forward to?”.
Truth is, it really do be like that sometimes. This morning my husband was smiling saying “I fucking hate you”, but I knew what he meant. He meant: I love you so I guess I will put up with your bullshit, because you put up with mine.
This past week was rough. Not only am I exhausted (who isn’t in my life), but also everything kind of fucking sucks.
Okay.. not everything but shit. My daughter’s daycare had one confirmed case of “Hand Foot & Mouth” yesterday. Not only is it super contagious, but from the pictures it looks rough. So of course, I freak out like any other parent. Calling my mom to ask if she works, because I can’t deal with another sickness this year. Thank God she was off so she could babysit.
Oh, and my husband got a puppy “for our daughter”. We all know it was for him, he’s a hunting dog for Pete’s sake. Training a puppy is hard. He is a smart dog, but my patience is paper thin already.
My sink is leaking. My washer is about to give out, and I have 13 loads of laundry stacked in my foyer.
With all this going on, I was pretty much cracking yesterday. I wanted to go to bed. My husband went fishing with his buddy, so I am like cool, he needs to use that damn $300 reel I bought his ass. I know the comments you’re making about the reel… but I don’t give a shit. If I see him almost break another reel, or sit on the front porch cussing the world over a backlash again. It would be too soon. This $300 one is impossible to backslash (so they claim), so its an investment for my sanity.
I fall asleep and wake up to a kiss from him. Fall back asleep and I kid you not, I wake up pissed.
I text him “wya”. He tells me he’s downstairs and then I hear the puppy in his kennel. I can’t even. I lose my shit.
I ask him “why is he in his kennel if you’re downstairs?”.
“Well, if you were going to take a shower, why were you downstairs?”
“Did you switch the laundry?”. He tells me he didn’t, so I respond “don’t stress yourself” like a boss. Just kidding. I said it because I knew it would get a rise out of him.
This is marriage. When one of you is having a bad day, the other is having a splendid one. It wasn’t his fault I woke up pissed, but he knew that this morning. He forgave me with a kiss and “I fucking hate you”. We both laughed as I walked out, and I just know he was thinking “why did I marry such a crazy unstable psycho?”.
We get so wrapped up in what’s going when none of it matters. My sink will get fixed. I will drop a stack on a set of ridiculously priced washer and dryer set (I will bitch about it). The puppy will learn not to chew up shoes.
My husband may not kiss me next time he gets home late from fishing. If he does though, I will remember the grace he gave me. I’ll try my best to keep my big mouth shut, no promises though.
As always, my friends, be nice and stay buzzed.