Rollercoast

Ok – my bloggin buddies. I need to vent.

My weekend S-U-C-K-E-D. That is the only way to state it. Let me outline it for you:

Friday = my son had spent the day with his Grandpa and I was supposed to pick him up after work. So after work on Friday – I stopped by to see a friend of mine (who I found out works for the same hospital that I do in a different building). This friend had the same fate as I did at the dumb HMO we used to work for. My friend took her firing a lot harder than I did. So we spent some time together on Friday and she cried and I felt like shit for her. (I will add that I was starting my period so = emotional wreck anyway). When I left her – I went to the store and picked up steaks for my hubby, my son and I to have for dinner. I went to pick my son up and he convinced his Grandpa to let me stay the night. So – change of plans. I ran home – met up with my hubby and we decided “date night”. We went to dinner and then dropped clothes off to my son for the next day. Sounds nice – right? Well – it was to that point. Then my weekend changed into something I would rather forget. Evidently – my hubby had ideas of a different sort for Friday nite and when I wasn’t “in the mood” he got quiet and went to bed.

Saturday = I woke up to my hubby still ‘disappointed’ in how our evening turned out and that we spent as much as we did on dinner. At dinner on Friday – we made plans for me to go to work with him on Saturday and go on a test flight. So I got up and got ready. My hubby got up and got ready. Then he starts the Jeep and comes in and asks (like he didn’t know) if I still want to go. (UM – yeah I did – that was why I was out of bed). Anyway (still PMS’ing – so I am bitchy - can ya tell) – we go to the hangar and he gets friendlier and we go on the flight. Now – the flight was – ah – interesting. It was so cool to see the beautiful mountains in the snow from the air! Toward the end of the flight we had to do what I had forgotten was part of a test flight = stalls. Yes folks – I said STALLS. They do it to calibrate the engines and do some last minute fine tuning. We didn’t just do one. Hell no – we did more like 15 or 20. My stomach was not happy! But – we landed and all was well!
Fast forward to later that night. We went to dinner at my dad’s house. Dinner was good. Then we played some cards. We were all drinking (my hubby, me, my dad and his wife). Towards what would be the end of our evening – my dad and his wife were discussing her inability to get her passport and difficulty in getting her green card (she’s from Canada). Now – I block that out – it is something I have heard as much as I want to of and what they want to say to each other is their thing. I did catch a couple comments that had to do with “F”ing America (on how hard it is to get the passport) and something about “not that hard in Canada”. My husband was NOT IMPRESSED in the least. He was done. He put his cards on the table and said he wanted taken home. He wasn’t going to put up with comments like that and he didn’t want to be there anymore. (Now – please do not get me wrong – he was completely right in how he felt – I agreed that the comments were not warranted). My dad looks at me like “what happened” and his wife says “it must have been the Canada comments”. So she knew she took it too far. My dad tried to convince me that it was a joke between them for all the difficulty they have had making his troll doll legal. Anyway – we go home. When we go home my hubby HIT THE ROOF. He went off about my dad and his wife, about not letting my son around them anymore and if I didn’t like it – I could leave him. Again – we were drinking and I was on the rag – so it was emotional. I took some things he said too personally and in the wrong manner. I admit that. To end a long ass story – he slept on the couch and I slept in our bed with the dog.

Sunday = I woke up at 8:30am – let the dog out – my hubby would say anything to me – so I went back to bed and slept until 1pm. (that was nice – lol). I got up – still not getting anything from my hubby. I did the dishes and some laundry. My hubby took a shower and took my son to get a haircut and do some grocery shopping. He had to talk to me a couple times to find out what I needed at the store – but that was minimal. We had dinner and that is when he started again about my dad and his wife and not letting them in our home or letting our son near them. And again – if I didn’t like it – I could leave. I told him I would never leave him over something I agreed with in the first place. We went to bed – this time in the same bed but not touching.

It is now Tuesday and we haven’t spoken probably 10 words to each other. On Monday – I left a note in his truck stating, again, that I agreed with him and that he was allowed to be pissed and that the only thing I had a problem with was the way he talked to me but even that I was over. It text messaged him this morning and still nothing.

So – I am just hanging on and hoping he decides to talk to me soon. What else can I do?

Well – that was my weekend – how about all of you out there in Blogger land?