- 11 years ago
So, it’s that lovely week of the month when I’m a raging schizo, and the tiniest thing gets to me. Anyway, this morning I’m having one of my pity parties, bitching about this and that, and BF comes over to hug me, and says I shouldn’t let things get to me so much. (Helloooo, I’m a girl, it’s what we dooooo)
(A little backstory first before we get to the meat of the story) Our 2 yr old son loveslovesloves the progressive insurance commercials that have the character Flo in them. Every time she comes on the tv, he is completely entranced with her, smiles and giggles like a schoolgirl. We’re standing there, hugging before BF has to leave for work when the Flo commercial comes on. I say to BF, “I think the men in your fam have a thing for brunettes. Our son’s in love with one on tv, your mother’s brunette, your bro is engaged to a brunette, you’re not engaged to a brunette.” He immediately says “shut up” in a playful tone. I’m like “I want to be your wife.” BF replies “I know you do”, and then tries to change the subject by saying something about what our cat was doing at the moment (he was lurking in the hallway being a cat, doing what cats do). I said, “don’t change the subject.” He says, “fine, I’ll call in sick to work today, and we’ll go down to the courthouse, and then come home and be like, woo-hoo!” Can you hear the sarcasm from where you’re sitting? (nevermind the fact that it’s Saturday, and they’re prob not open past noon, but I digress) I told him that was fine with me, I would absolutely do that, ’cause I didn’t need a big Princess Diana type affair complete with tv coverage and horse drawn carriage, etc etc. (Trying to hint hint that I didn’t want an expensive elaborate affair, I just wanted to be married to him)
He said nothing, just dropped it, mainly b/c it was literally time for him to walk out the door to leave for work. Sigh. Judging by his playful, but obviously earnest “shut up”, apparently he thinks I need to drop it. But now, I really can’t, b/c NOW I wanna know why it bothered him so much that I said that. GRRRRRRRRR!
Sorry it’s so long, but thanks for letting me vent bees!