I slipped. And slipped bad. That darn mural. I have to finish that darn mural. And when I do I am going to break up with my friend who I am painting the mural for. She is a terrible influence and a very selfish person anyway. I got home last night from working on the mural and my hubby could tell I had had too much. He was working on taxes and wanted my input and I tried to give it, but it was not going well. Finally he asked how many drinks I had had. “One”, I replied.
I turn into a lying teenager when I drink. And my poor hubby is forced to play the role of adamant parent. Unfortunately for me he plays this role very well. Someday I am going to give him an Oscar. He looked at me with a very stern expression and said, “You only had one drink?” “Yes, sir”, I lied. This, of course made him very angry and he said some things I am hoping he did not mean. And that made me very angry, until I woke up at 2:30 in the morning with a splitting headache? At 2:30 in the morning I felt nothing but ashamed. How could I have come so far on this journey and then screwed up so badly? And how could I have disappointed my hubby, the one who bought me flowers, dissected my hypnosis CD against the grain of his personality and noticed how hard I was working and that I was changing? How come I can’t remember what was said last night? Oh, that’s right. Never mind.
So, today is Wednesday and I have decided that the best way to deal with this situation is to never speak to my hubby again. I am pretty sure he does not want to talk to me either. I can tell by the way he avoids eye contact when we pass in the hallway. I am also avoiding eye contact. We did everything we could last night not to touch each other while we slept next to each other. Maybe we should buy a king sized bed. No one can show any sign of weakness towards the other. No text messages, no phone calls, no kisses good bye and hello, no “how was your day”s. It is very quiet as I sit on the couch typing this. He is the bedroom reading or sulking. It is hard to tell the difference. I think I might be sulking too. At least I am sober and I am getting a lot more work done than usual.
Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day
I turn into a lying teenager when I drink. And my poor hubby is forced to play the role of adamant parent. Unfortunately for me he plays this role very well. Someday I am going to give him an Oscar. He looked at me with a very stern expression and said, “You only had one drink?” “Yes, sir”, I lied. This, of course made him very angry and he said some things I am hoping he did not mean. And that made me very angry, until I woke up at 2:30 in the morning with a splitting headache? At 2:30 in the morning I felt nothing but ashamed. How could I have come so far on this journey and then screwed up so badly? And how could I have disappointed my hubby, the one who bought me flowers, dissected my hypnosis CD against the grain of his personality and noticed how hard I was working and that I was changing? How come I can’t remember what was said last night? Oh, that’s right. Never mind.
So, today is Wednesday and I have decided that the best way to deal with this situation is to never speak to my hubby again. I am pretty sure he does not want to talk to me either. I can tell by the way he avoids eye contact when we pass in the hallway. I am also avoiding eye contact. We did everything we could last night not to touch each other while we slept next to each other. Maybe we should buy a king sized bed. No one can show any sign of weakness towards the other. No text messages, no phone calls, no kisses good bye and hello, no “how was your day”s. It is very quiet as I sit on the couch typing this. He is the bedroom reading or sulking. It is hard to tell the difference. I think I might be sulking too. At least I am sober and I am getting a lot more work done than usual.
Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day
. Happy Valentines to the croft house.
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