It is official, my husband hates my guts. I asked him to get me an ice cream because I am feeling really low, and he said that he didn't want to go out. I pushed a bit. I probably wouldn't have if I didn't think he was lying to me about seeing a sign at the ice cream place saying they were closing at 5. I went on the website for the ice cream place and it said that they would be open til 9, so I told him that. I was being really nice about it and said theses very words. "It would be awesome and I would love it if youcould do that for me."

He lost it. He was so angry that he slammed out of the house and I honestly don't know if he is going to get ice cream for me or leaving for a while to cool off. If he brings ice cream back, how can I possibly eat it and not feel like an *****?