I know I am hypersensitive, but honestly, if you are going to leave the house to get away from me, let me know at least that you are going! I wandered around the house trying to find DLJ only to find him gone, the car gone. I called and he didn’t pick up so I called 6 times before he did. Then he said he had a headache so he left to go where it was quiet since it was “noisy in the house.”
Whatever. Just tell me, for crissakes. I was downstairs trying to clean up the family room so we can put it back together and I can have my goddamn house back.
Now I am exceedingly sulky. I don’t feel like eating dinner. I don’t want to go out and get tacos. I just want to be alone. I know we will talk it out, and it will pass…but I hate when this happens.
Sometimes I miss being single.