Handbags and Ice Cream
Life can be so exhausting. One day you're up the next day you're down. I get so tired. Not sleepy, just tired, if that makes any sense.
Dan gets so angry in the evening. Sometimes it seems as though I can never do anything that makes him happy. Last night I was told I was "invading his privacy" and "invading his space". It started out when he had a glob of ketchup on his chin. I gave him a tissue to wipe it off and he tossed it away. I asked him to please wipe it off and he said no. I know I need to pick my fights so I let it drop. At bedtime I again asked him to wipe it off. He said no. Again he informed me that I was "invading his privacy" I proceeded to try and wipe it off. OMG you would have thought I was attacking him! He pulled his arm back which really set me off. I flat out told him that if he EVER hit me it would be the last day that he was living in our house. He proceeded to tell me that was OK since I don't care anyway. It went downhill from there. After being told to go away and leave him alone I finished my nightly stuff with him, catheter, ostomy bag, gtube, pills, and left the room. He's still not talking to me. I know, I know, he's just trying to show his independence. He's angry because I am the wife and I'm the one that it's ok to take it out on, etc. etc. But you know what??? I'm so tired of being the one that it's ok to take it out on.
I left home around 9am with no specific plans other than not being at home. I thought maybe I'd go to a movie and the grocery, run some errands. Turns out I ran into a friend, we had lunch, I went shopping and bought a new handbag, couple of shirts, and PJs...I should NEVER go shopping when I'm feeling sorry for myself! lol Now I'm sitting at our public library writing this blog entry. Pretty sad when you just really don't want to go home. I've been here about an hour. It's 3pm and Jeff leaves at 4pm so I really should head home. Maybe I'll just get into my car and drive off into the sunset. Nope, can't do that so I guess I'll just head home. Maybe I'll stop and get some ice cream. Hmmm, seems like shopping and ice cream are two things that make me feel better when I'm feeling sorry for myself. Hot fudge sundae here I come!!!
I know this to be true...it will be better tomorrow, I hope. How many hot fudge sundaes can I eat before I go into a sugar coma? lol
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