It’s bound to happen. That day when you’re just pissy as fuck. It happens. Whether it’s due to hormones or stress or other people’s bitchiness impacting our life…it’s just the way life is.
It’s when the feeling is mutual that it gets super-special.
Yup. That’s where I’m at right now. My dear love and I. We’re both pissy as hell and neither of us is man enough to let it go.
It starts out with just that little bit of annoyance not related to anything specific. Someone says something and it’s taken totally out of context. Things get ugly after that. Accusations. Defensive reactions. All totally blown out of proportion. It’s ridiculous. You know it’s ridiculous and you hope that party #2 realizes that as well…but you can’t stand down…and neither can he.
So, here we are.
I’m holed up in our room with a beer and the iPad while taking breaks from laundry, etc. He’s got the TV with surround-sound on the couch.
I’m thinking that he has the better end of the deal.