A huge fight that started over something as stupid as COOKING GREASE that ended in him basically not speaking to me for the rest of the night, and he is now in bed asleep. And I'm stuck with the couch. Again.

I just can't handle this right now. Right when I really need him the most he has to go and pull this crap on me again. I'm sick of this.

It was so stupid. And yes I got a little *****y, but that doesn't allow him to take it this far.

I specifically, loudly, CLEARLY asked him yesterday to pick up our daughter from daycare as soon as possible after he got off work. I even left him a note this morning. I also asked him to make dinner tonight, I said I didn't care what just figure something out.

Today was our deadline to get all the tax returns in to the first part, so they have a week to get everything processed and fixed and signed and all that. I thought I might be there late.

I actually finished work earlier than I thought, so I got home about 6:00. Funny thing...nobody else was home. I went to get my daughter, who was still at daycare. I came home and made dinner.

Hubby finally walked in the door around 6:45. He was scheduled off work at 5:00. We live 10 minutes from work. You could walk there in 30 minutes...

So...anyway...I was making some turkey sausage, and I was trying to find something drain the grease off into (for low fat turkey crap it sure had a lot of grease!). I couldn't find something to put it in, and he said "what are you looking for" and I just kinda snapped at him and said "just leave me alone".

Ok, yes, I snapped at him. There, I was wrong, he was right, okay!!! It's grease. It's not the end of the world.

He went upstairs for a while, finally came down to eat, but didn't say a word to me. Had that "look" that I knew he was pissed at me.

I said I was sorry for snapping at him, and that I was just under a lot of stress right now and I couldn't handle it all. He just said "whatever". And was still mad.

And then after dinner he went upstairs and sat on the computer all night. With the door locked. I got our daughter ready for bed and put her down then went to watch Biggest Loser (Go Ali!) and still...not a word from him.

I came up to tell him that two girls made it in the finals (woo hoo) and he's in bed. Pretending to be asleep. But not asleep. I can tell. He just won't talk to me.

I am so.....AAAAAAARRRGGHHH right now I just want to explode. I can't take this from him. He just doesn't get it. It's not just work stress, I am seriously NOT OKAY I friggin wanted to kill myself the other day and he still wants to pick a fight over GREASE??

I know I'm hard to live with. My mood swings are crazy. One minute I want to rip his head off and the next I'm crying and beating myself up and the next minute I'm blaming all my problems on him. I know, I know...I should be happy he's still around after all the crap I've put him thru.

But not now. I just can't take this. Why can't he just leave it alone and give me a break.