Sandy's Surprise -- Relationship Woes

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Oh... my... gosh! Is it possible to kill your husband with mean thoughts?

Because if it is, I might be going to jail soon! Usually, he is the sweetest man. But sometimes, I swear, it's like he's the most insensitive ape that ever walked the earth!

I had a substitute job today for a PE teacher. He asked me yesterday if I was sure I wanted to go, since the doctor did tell me to take it easy for a couple of days after the fall. I told him it would be fine because I would just get a chair and sit in the gym while the kids played tag, or dodge ball or whatever. Plus, I was only supposed to be working for three hours.

Well, I get there and the gym is closed for preschool graduation. So that means I have to take each class outside to the playground. I thought, "Okay, that's not bad. They have benches out there." Ha! I got to sit down, but not very much.

The kids kept getting into trouble, getting hurt, throwing their ball over the fence into the road (and the furthest distance possible!) so I would have to go get it. I was constantly getting up and down, having to go inside to get kids and take them back to their classes, etc.

And not to mention, it was hot outside and I had left my water in my office and eaten only a small lunch (thinking that I would be in the gym and would have access to my food and water). So three hours of this and I am really, really sore.

I know there are women out there who do this kind of thing all the time, but I'm not one of them. I was so stiff and sore in my lower back that by the time I got home, I could barely climb out of the car. Tim even commented when I got home that I looked beat, like I had been jogging around all day.

Well, I took a nap and when I woke up, I was still feeling like crap. I told him that and asked him if he could throw a TV dinner in the microwave for me, and he tells me, in this gentle "voice of reason", "What you're going to go through in labor is going to make this look like small potatoes."

So I ignored him, and tried to change the subject. He goes back to, "I know you feel bad, but you need to toughen up. It's okay to ask for help sometimes, but you have to try to do stuff yourself too." And on and on! What the heck?

And then when I got mad and stopped talking to him he asks, "Are you mad at me? Is that how you're going to be?"

Um, yeah. Mostly because you're being a jerk and can't even see it! What kind of moron tells his pregnant wife that she needs to toughen up?

I told him that I feel bad ALL the time, and today it was extra bad. If he really thinks I complain all the time, maybe I should start so he can see the difference! I swear, men are so stupid. He actually said, "When I feel bad I toughen up and don't complain like that."

Yeah buddy, you don't feel like crap 24/7, your boobs aren't humongous and itchy, your belly doesn't ache with RLP and gas, you don't get dizzy when you lay on your back, your arms don't fall asleep when you lay on your side, you don't have problems falling asleep, you don't have to get up to pee every couple of hours SO DON'T TELL ME YOU KNOW WHAT I FEEL LIKE!

Needless to say, I am in a very, very bad mood and am trying my hardest not to go in there and tell him exactly what I think of him right now.

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We went to bed last night without saying anything else to each other, and this morning he says, "Are you still mad at me?" He seriously does not understand why I'm mad. How do you explain that to someone?

I told him I was still irritated and walked away.

Things are a lot better now. I didn't try explaining why I was mad, but he did apologize and tell me he didn't mean to be mean. I guess the next time he does something like this, I will end up strapping that watermelon to his belly and force-feeding him gallons upon gallons of water!

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