Sometimes I really hate my husband. Warning, rant ahead: I get home today and he's calling right as I'm walking in the door to tell me to go look at our son's room. So I look. Trash all over the floor. He said "I was pissed off, he told me last night that he would empty his trash, and he didn't, so I emptied it onto his floor. By the way, I won't be home til 7:30." I'm like gee thanks a$$hole, now I get to deal with the fallout. Thanks SO much. I said how in the hell is that proving anything?! Acting juvenile in return? Our son is working 10 hour days right now (my h works what, 4 hour days usually?) and is off on Friday so was probably planning on emptying it tonight when he got home. I am so pissed at h. What a big fat ****ing baby I am married to.
For the love of pete. Rant over.

ETA: this is something my Dad would have done when I was a kid and it's making me feel all weird like I did something wrong again and like I am in trouble and I hate this. So much for how good I was feeling. Maybe this is a test. I need to put on my new heroine/princess self and let it go. I did not do anything wrong here. I am not the one in trouble.