********* UPDATE *********
Hey all, OP here. Sorry it’s taken so long to get back to you all. Have you ever written something in the heat of the moment? And then once you lose the urge to stab that person with a pen through the eye, you’re a little less sure of your decision?
Well, that’s been my last few days. Things have been fine the last couple days. We seem to even be having fun lately. Not like Disney World fun, but it’s been less tense and the mood has been lighter around here. I was beginning to think, hmm… maybe this could work.
And then tonight happened. Today I got up and worked for 6 hours. I then rewrote his resume cover letter, ran errands for 2 hours, grocery store, Target, the usual. I came home and baked cookies, chocolate covered pretzels, and chocolate popcorn as a thank you gift to my mom who is paying to get my car fixed. This took me to about 6 pm. So I start to download some fonts for a graphics project for work. As I’m doing this I turn the TV on. J walks in at this moment, looks at the tv and the baked goods, and says, “Wow, that looks productive.” *sarcasm*
Seriously?! Then he says, “See, you’re the reason why we can’t do fun things.” He apparently got some flyer for a Valentine’s Day spa special that he wanted to do. For $250 each! I am paying my way through school right now, paying car payments, insurance, for my $650 apartment and utilities, there is NO WAY that I would drop $250 on a spa, whether I had the money right now or not. But apparently, since I’m SO unproductive and lazy and can’t afford it, we cannot go to a spa that he really wants to go to for Valentine’s Day.
WTF DUDE. Seriously.
I also picked up 3 bottles of the types of wine HE likes, because I thought it would be nice to have for our anniversary and Valentine’s Day and he looks at the brands, and immediately tells me how crappy those brands of wines are and how he would never have picked those. Literally no “thank you for thinking of me,” just that they’re bad brands and I picked the wrong wine.
So I think I’m going to have a talk with him tonight. I’ll probably write a letter, since speaking doesn’t seem to work super well. I’ll spell out exactly what’s going through my head and hopefully open up a discussion.