Ok, I thought that after writing that, I would be calm enough to move the day along. We have a friend visiting and the friend doesn't go anywhere on his own, so he's been hovering over me all day. I want to get him out of the house, but I'm so emotionally stretched that I abhor the idea of being alone with him to go out. I asked my husband if he would go out with us as a favor, especially since I spent the first half of my day with my mother in law as she put her dog to sleep. He said no, he doesn't feel like it because he hasn't done anything all day. I said, well, why don't you just do something starting now; something that will take 10 minutes or 1/2 hour? He said: "why, what's the point?" Me: "because doing something for 10 minutes is more than doing absolutely nothing except looking at BMX races. He pushed past me, slammed the door (thanks for the public embarrassment) and is now back in bed. I'm numb. How is it that *I* keep ending up being the bad guy when I'm doing all of the f*@#$)ing work? What, am I supposed to be superwoman and NOT be upset by this? I feel like my freedom to be legitimately disappointed has been taken away, as though his feelings are overwhelmingly more important than mine. I don't know whether to cry or throw up.



And what's worse is that my friend is downstairs, can obviously feel the tension, yet does nothing to give us a little space to work this out. Or offer to help with things like housecleaning or some of the guy stuff -- so my frustration is compounded by two what-I'm-trying-not-to-call-and-give-them-the-benefit-of-the-doubt slackers. They have been literally sitting there all day watching me work.



And what's worse is it's unbelievable what a redneck I sound like. How did I get to this point where I even have slackers in my house????