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I Hate Arguing

This past Tuesday just moments after my husband woke me up for work I got up with coffee in had and confronted him over what he said to my son in a text message he sent my son the day before. He told him if he couldn’t keep his room clean then he could get the fuck out!! Now mind you he told me all this after picking me up from work on Monday afternoon. I was in complete agreement with what he said in the message (even the bluntness he used in telling him). My son will be 21 yrs old in December. It’s time for him to start acting like the adult he is. I told my husband I was gonna confront him when I got home. Which I did. However when I went to do just that he was in a dead sleep. At the time I really didn’t care. I woke him up anyways. He sat up and I asked him about it when he was actually awake. His response I completely misunderstood! I was told that he didn’t get that message until he was on his way out the door to work. So, Super Mom that I am, decide to confront my husband the very next morning. He was nice as always when it comes to waking me and bringing me coffee, and yes he always brings me a cup of coffee every morning. Well I got myself out the bed and went to the bathroom. I had to go bad! Just my mf luck! (Aunt flow showed her ass and came with a vengeance. Dam crime scene I swear. Anyways,), (TMI.) So I handle my business and proceed to the living room where the ol man is watching that morning’s new and whether. I then continue telling him what my son had told me. Greg said he was lying and that’s when those freaking instinct’s of that motherly love kicked in. I just snapped on him right thee, after him being so kind as to not just wake me up for work but bringing me the coffee as well. After I said what I felt I had to say I retreated to my cave (bedroom). I picked up my cell phone, obviously already crying and told me boss I wasn’t gonna be able to make it in. Hell she was so pissed she just hung straight up on me. I sat on the edge of my bed for a good while. It was time for me to leave for work but I never told my husband that I had just called in. So he comes back here to tell me it’s time to go. I didn’t even look up at him and replied, “I’m not going tp work!! I already called in and told them I wasn’t going to be there”.

So that’s where Tina stayed. In her room of doom, and gloom. Now days later here I am writing this post. I think I’ll go ahead and post this because I want to color. Lol!

UPDATE: The very next day later in the afternoon, I told my husband I was sorry for that argument. The entire thing was my fault because I had misunderstood what my son had told me. I admitted my being wrong and told him he was right. I had spoken with my son again and he told me that Dad was right and what I had gotten wrong. I couldn’t not tell him I was sorry. So I did just that. Also telling him I was wrong and he was right.

By tallgirl07

I have always loved expressing myself through words. I have been a bookworm since I started reading I think. So expressing myself through writing has forever been super easy for me. Now if I could just teach everyone who didn't know how, how to read, then they'd be able to read all the fascinating literature out there. I'd go crazy if I couldn't curl up to a good book on a rainy day if I wanted to. I work with the public. So I was outside a couple days ago typing away on my 2nd hand chrome book, and a nice gentleman started conversation about how long it took to charge. I said not long for an older model. He said he knew, about the older model I was working with. I proceeded to tell him I was trying my hand at writing a book. He turned out to be an avid bookworm himself. He gave me nothing but encouragement to finish the book. I like to tell myself I can do anything. But we all know how some people should just stick to their profession, well I'm gonna keep trying. I won't stop until I know without a shadow of doubt I can't succeed. Then maybe I'll put my pencil down, or in my case now, close my chrome book for good. Something tells me I won't have to just yet though.

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