TWITTER: Apparently, I was wrong in Book Five: Working Through the Maze 2018

Well, I ended my last entry with “That has been my day. I will write an additional entry later tonight. I didn’t lie or say anything untrue in my last entry but… I do feel the need to clarify or elaborate on a few things. Until then, my loves!”

Apparently, I was wrong. My day was not ended.

Instead… Wife finally got out of her TV stupor… to fall into a YouTube Hole. She kept saying that she wanted to shower before eating… but it was getting to be 8:00… I wanted some fucking dinner. So I prepared two plates for dinner. By the time they were finished… she was still in her YouTube Hole. But would not accept her dinner plate. I leaned back onto the wall behind the couch, impatient that she was neither showering nor eating, and accidentally severed the cable. No TV, No Internet. Wife’s immediate reaction, “Fuck. Shit. God dammit, Chris!” And then she stormed off. I had killed her favorite member of the family. Except… both of us used to work in Electronics. We have enough cable between the two of us to wire up an entire 2 story house. Fixing the ONE cable connection in the living room took less than 3 minutes. But since I threatened the further existence of TV, Wife went into “The Silent Treatment.” Because the thing that every nearly 40 year old woman should do is throw a tantrum when an easily resolved issue presents itself. I did get it out of her that she was intentionally not talking to me, may not for the rest of the night, because she was so angry about the cable thing. But at least it interrupted the fucking TV long enough for her to..... shower. So… not eat the food I had prepared that was getting cold in the kitchen. Nope. Straight from silent treatment to shower. Because that was what she wanted to do. She had told me that she wanted to shower before eating. So… yes, we’ll be eating dinner closer to 8:30… but at least she is doing things her way.

Yeah. Times like this I get really angry and really frustrated. But I don’t know how to stand up to her other than (1) call her out for her little Silent Treatment immature bull shit; (2) when she wants to eat dinner, tell her to nuke the plate her own damned self. Other than that… not really sure how to “correct” the behavior or “feel heard”.