When you find out the REAL reason. in 2015

The fight carried on…

It was our 3 year anniversary on the 14th. Chris had arranged for my mom (I know right??) to watch the girls so he could take me for dinner.

My gramma got sick. Same thing as last time. Bowel obstruction. She ended up in the hospital so I texted Chris and said that she likely couldn’t watch the girls anymore since she would be up at the hospital with my gramma. No big deal. We will do dinner some other time or just hang around the house. He didn’t seem too disappointed.

Later on my dad called him and said he would watch them so we could still go out. And we did. He took me to the nicest restaurant which is like 10 mins out of town, on the side of the highway. We like to go there on occasion. WITHOUT KIDS lol :) We had a weird time. I mean we talked but not a lot. I kept trying to make convo but it wouldn’t catch.

Anyway, when we got there, my mom texted me and said that they were flying my gramma out to the city so I should come say goodbye… you never know, right? I mentioned it to Chris and he asked me if I wanted to go or not. I said no, I’d stay and have dinner with him. Which I did. Then when we were done I asked him if he could bring me back to town and drop me off at the hospital if my moms truck was still there. Which is was, so I said sorry to him but I need to go see her before she goes. He seemed fine with it.

I get home a few hours later, to him in bed, and miserable. I kept trying to get him to come watch a movie with me or just hang out with me but he wouldn’t. He kept saying he was in bed for the night and bla bla bla How I talked about one of the Karate guys that went back to Italy and all I care about He said something like “oh NOW you want to see me?” which set me off. Like he wasn’t accepting of me visiting my sick gramma???? I was LIVID, guys. I took off in my car and drove to the beach and I fucking cried. And cried and cried. I felt like I was drowning. I felt like … no matter what I do lately, someone is mad at me or I’m just not fucking good enough. Ugh pity party. Moving on.

I didn’t think there was any way that he could actually be mad at me for something like that… then I realized why he was so mad. Drag races. It clicked why he wasn’t very talkative at dinner… My mom texting me saying they were flying her out for possible surgery… IF she needed surgery, she wouldn’t be back to normal for a while, she would be recovering. Right? Meaning that his big plan to go to drag races and take my mom with him to watch the girls… was failing. He knew my mom wouldn’t be able to go anymore. She would be stuck in town watching my gramma. DING. Figured it out. I only figured it out the next morning. So I spent my anniversary night just super sad and wondering why my husband is such a fucking asshole.

Kristen <3