I didn't get an apology.

When I got up from my nap at 4pm, my husband was home and already drinking a beer. I asked him if he had gotten any sleep, and he said maybe an hour. I talked to him about the alcohol withdrawals, and he just listened.

He didn't mention anything about the incident the night before, and I wasn't just going to let it go, so I asked him if he thought it was fair of him to wake me up so I could just watch him freak out. He said no, but he "just needed to vent" and I was the only one there. And then he justified it by saying he listens to me vent every time I "have a bad experience at the grocery store."

He said he hates his job and is always worried about money. He made it seem like I was detached or disinterested. I always ask about his day, and listen to him when he needs or wants to talk. He always plays the martyr.

His comparison between his stressors and my "bad experience(s) at the grocery store" are telling. Apparently he thinks my life is easy.

He only had a couple of beers last night. I ended up giving him 25mg of Benadryl before he went to bed. He was in a bad mood this morning, but he said he slept well when I asked.

He needs to see a pdoc and an mdoc for his issues, but he refuses, and there's nothing I can do but worry and deal with his bull****.


I was hoping to put off grocery shopping until tomorrow, but we're out of TP. I think it would be silly to go buy some today, and do the rest of the shopping tomorrow, so I'll suck it up. I guess if I have a bad experience, I'll just keep it to myself.

I'm going back on the South Beach Diet.