- 4 years ago
- Wedding: December 2013
Lately I can’t help but feel that I honestly want to punch my FI in the face. I love the guy to death, but he is getting on my last nerve.
He has been extremely moody for at least 3 weeks. Every teeny tiny thing sets him off and there’s nothing anybody can do to prevent it or make it better. Everytime he gets moody like this, he puts on an extremely sarcastic/condescending attitude that I. can’t. stand. He rolls his eyes at me, raises his eyebrows at me, and talks to me like I am a misbehaving child (I’m 24, he’s 30). There is no reasoning with him, no talking him down, and no fixing the situation. He is just on a one way train to Miseryville and is taking everybody else with him. If you try to talk to him about how he’s feeling/what he needs/what’s going on, it starts a fight. If you ignore him, he sits there with his back to you and chews on his fingers. There is ultimately no winning.
We have had countless spats about these issues. He is constantly putting words in my mouth, twisting situations around, and then getting mad at the situations that he just created. I feel that because his exes acted a certain way, he expects me to react the exact same way. (Does that make sense?) He twists the things I say and manipulates the situation to make it seem like I’m saying/doing something that his ex would. He thinks the whole damn world is out to get him.
The reason I decided to write this post is because this conversation literally just happened:
*I come home. House is 28○C (83○F). He is sitting in his underwear because it’s so hot*
Me: *looks at thermostat* Babe, did you not realize that the air hasn’t been coming on all day?
FI: Well, I don’t know. I figured there was a reason it was shut off; like you wanted it off.
Me: *shakes head, fixes thermostat, and walks to kitchen*
FI: *storms off into bedroom* I’m so sick of this shit! How are you making this my f***ing fault?!
Me: Whatever, babe. Nobody said it was your fault. I just thought you would have noticed that it’s hot in here and the air isn’t on
He then sat all mopey, biting his fingers for 25 minutes without saying anything to me. He got up and went to take a shower.
What. the. frigg? The smallest, silliest things set him off and I don’t know what to do anymore. Ridiculous…