- 6 years ago
- Wedding: July 2014
Hello everryone. On my first post, I had a lot of feedback! Overwhelming almost, but I remember that a few people were concerned that we never had a fight, because I wouldn’t know how he would react once he did. ( My first post is about me planning to propose on Christmas Day, take a peek if you want to get all the details)
Well, We almost had a fight. I know I know, We didn’t actually bash heads and get really angry, but I really thought I was about to piss him off beyond belief. You know how sometimes you are so upset and angry, that it almost feels that you are trying to provoke a fight? That was me yesterday.
A little background info. He has an ok job, I have a pretty good job. I make double what he does, but work less hours. So, essentially, I bring in a little more than him in a month. With Christmas coming, I was going to see overtime out the ass, with Christmas mail coming in, and advertisements and whatnot. But I have more drama problems there than I ever had in all my life, including high school and other jobs combined. Sunday night was the last hoorah for me. I had a typical disgruntled postal worker tell me to “Fuck off and not worry about him. He has enough people watching him, and I am a little brat that needs to grow up.” I am sorry, when you walk away from your job, and don’t come back for over an hour and a half, yeah, I am going to complain. He created such a problem he is being written up, he was almost escorted out of the building, and his job is already on th line with pending paperwork. I esentially broke down, and have been afraid to go back in since. I am going in tonight though, to turn in a written statement, and to cover a shift for someone that I promised to do for him. My boyfriend has a job lined up for mw where he works. They have been fighting hiring me, because they “don’t want couples.” yet keep hiring them. The HR rep is actually very inappropriate with him, and snarky with me when I stop in. ( Oh, goody! I know) But the one manager was fed up, and I have an interview call scheduled for today.
So yes, I have a job lined up. And if for some reason that doesn’t work out, I am going to help him wiith enough classes that he passes them all and is payed through the Army’s GI Bill. That alone is as much as I make right now. When it is all dowmm on paper like that, and layed out and all options are listed, it isn’t as scary. But yesterday, I was freaking out. Our regular bills, Christmas bills, OUR ENGAGEMENT RING BILLS, that he doesn’t know about. AH!
I texted him while he was at work, in tears, explaining how stressed outI was about it all. He isn’t supposed to text at work, especially when he was training two new people. But he took the time to respond. “It will all be ok babe, just stop, and relax. We will be fine. It will all be ok, babe, I love you.” To which I respnded, ” Saying stop won’t magically make everything better. Our problems won’t just vanish if you keep saying it will be fine!” Little bit later he said, “Ok…Fine then. Stress out. Do what you want. I don’t know what to tell you.” Then, even more upet then before, I replied, “Forget it. You don;t understand. I’ll just stop before I piss you off more than I already do.” A little while after that, he texted, “Babe, I love you, OK? You don’t piss me off. I know you are stressed, but trust me, we will be fine and make it through all of this. I am training new people so its even harder to text today. I will be home soon though, Ok? I love you more than anything babe.” Then it slowly went back and forth betwenn him not knowing what I have to pay off, him saying to just stop worrying about it, we can pay it off together. Thats when he pulled the, “I told you all I want is you, our demon cat, and our angel cat.” Thas when I said, almost too nasty, “I am getting you EXACTLY what you asked for! You just AREN’t figuring it out.” -I bascially called him stupi, for not figuring out that I was proposing to him and have to worry about paying off a diamond. To which all he said was… “Babe. I love you.”
He called on his way home, with our usual, “On my way..” “What do you want to eat” chat. Then he came in the door, dropped everything inside the door, and came to the couch and got on his knees and hugged me until we both smiled and were getting too hot. We told excahnged I love yous, sat up and talked about his day, He quick showered, I warmed him up something to eat, and the rest of the night was perfectly fine.
Yes, it was a very mild fight, if you can even call it a fight. But in a sense, that is the way he will handle me being upset and out of line, and I am perfectly ok with that.