It’s a couple of weeks before Christmas and i thought we had our plans all figured out. Hubby’s mom on Wednesday before Christmas, Thursday with hubby’s father and then Christmas Day with “Santa” and my parents. We had agreed to it. Saturday we would go back to his moms because she wanted to do a separate birthday thing for the little one. We agreed to this right after Thanksgiving. He even yelled at me and told me I better not change my mind. That we had agreed to the plan with his mom and that it couldn’t be changed.
Then my husband decides he wants to change it. Why? I have not a clue. Because he can. Because he knows that it would upset me. Because I can’t.
So Christmas would be spent with his dad. Christmas Eve with his mother. I told him we could be with his mother on Wednesday since my mom had to work. We could wrap presents on Christmas Eve. Spend Christmas with his father and do half of our Christmas on Christmas and Saturday and then go to his moms that day for S birthday. He didn’t like that either. His mom should come up for Samantha’s birthday. However I didn’t know when her party would be. And I didn’t want his mom ruining my parent’s anniversary and closing of their house. I told him she could come if he could guarantee she would be up there for one day and leave the next. He refused to do that and I held my own.
By the way, this whole argument took place in the car while I was driving to woke in the rain. He likes to pin me in these situations. He knows that I hate driving in the rain to begin with. So he can make my life pure hell doing this.
By this time i was so frustrated with him. I told him I didn’t care what he did. I was going to stay in Nashville. I was going to kill myself and he could marry my sister and take my life insurance money so he wouldn’t have to work again.
He kind of freaked out with that. He started listening to me. Not that I would get my way at all.
He called up his mom. He made a big deal out of her wanting to do Christmas and Samantha’s birthday on two separate days several days apart and then she came up with wanting to do it all in one day. So he terrorized me about that for no reason. It gets old after a while.
Then he claimed everything was because I was pregnant and my hormones are out of whack. No mister … It’s because you treat me like crap… Not brave enough to tell him that. I made up some lame excuse about being out of anxiety medicine. He bought it.
And things were better for then…