It all happened on one night. I was fed up with this hello kitty loving, straight bang wearing hell of a bitch (excuse my French). Her endless supplies of cute puppy dog emails was more than I could handle, especially since their main receiver was my husband. Ironically I happened to be a sucker for animals but these emails made my skin crawl. Jealousy? Sure I have never attempted to send my husband emails full of animals doing things that are captivating. My emails had been full of property listing, needed information, and occasionally permission to go buy something. Had I lost it? Maybe, but I had no time to search endlessly on the internet for some chain mail that he would find admirable. But back to the story...
So that morning I was done. I had it. I couldn't stand looking at the pink font which always said "For animal lovers only." Did she know my husband to be an animal lover? What about the animal haters? I think it'd be a greater accomplishment to send these emails to them. But there I go with my tangent. So I'll let you into the first glimpse of my insanity. I made a parody of that email. Instead of cute kitties and puppies I filled mine with animals I can't say I knew ever existed and they looked ugly. I added fuck as much as I could in every sentence I deemed fit and sent it to my husband......(maybe a naked picture would have been better but I don't perform well when I am mad). It helped. Childish? Incredibly. Worth it? You betcha.
Now feeling in my 13 year old mentality that I just creamed the bitch (subconsciously of course) I went about my day. Till that night. Oh that horrible night. My husband found my sarcastic self to be quite hilarious and told me that he was going to send my creation to people. I said fine and saw that he did it in his emails. In my attempt to feel good I opened the email hoping to see a laundry list of emails. I'd be on Oprah and she'd be laughing with me asking me why I am so funny. I'd laugh and push my glorious studio enhanced hair saying "I don't know." The crowd will roar and I'd humbly acknowledge them. But there wasn't a laundry list of emails. There was just one.. the co worker's.
My brain works in two ways at times like this, say something or don't. You love him but man do you want an explanation. Though my brain always gives me both options I am spunky, so I always choose the "what the fuck is this path." Poor husband? Probably. Worth it? You betcha. Better now than to wait for the mess of a boiling pot. So here I am asking why in the world does he email this broad when 1. I hate her and 2. I hate her. He gives me the regular. I am so jealous and can't control who he speaks to. I agree I can't. But I can sure let one know that I don't appreciate it. We end the night fighting. One of these days he'll leave me and I'll know why.
So little one why the story? Its the start for my blog because at that moment I felt insane. I couldn't contemplate what I was doing wrong. I would gladly stop talking to someone who made my husband feel bad. But with him it seems as though there is some movement uproar and I am the MAN oppressing the weak. SO here is my search for my sanity. My attempts to work through my brain to see if I can see things his way.
DAY 1 Husband was right? No no no no no!! Progress: non existent
No comments:
Post a Comment