I had bunion surgery #2 this morning. I'm resting comfortably now in my bed with eleventy pillows, two ice packs, and heavy duty pain meds/prescription strength ibuprofen /Zofran/antibiotics on board. I'm hoping to get some good rest soon.
The jerk I just tried to watch a movie with said to me, "so just because you're on your on your period does that mean we can't do other things?" During the movie. While no funny business is happening. So I paused it and started on about how I wasn't thinking past the movie. And he flips it on me and says did I say anything about tonight?
This turns into me being argumentative and him not being responsible for misconstruing his words to be what almost every man on the planet would mean in that situation. And he storms out, texts me and calls me toxic and not worth knowing.
I hate people who use that sort of legalistic bullshit in an argument. It's rude as hell to bring up a women's period like that. And then he made me feel like shit for overreacting. And I said oh, well how do you mean it...and he just ignores it and insults me. What. The. Fuck!!!!
How is it that my husband can lay down and be asleep immediately, but I lay down and spend hours thinking of everything I have to do and going over things a million times and before I know it hours have passed?