When do you say enough?

Don't get me wrong, I adore my husband. We've been together for 30 years.

And then there's the Thing. It always manages to show up when I'm not doing well. Pouring salt on the wound sort of thing is all it's good for.

Something else I hate about the Thing is the way it denigrates me. It tears down my defenses and leaves me feeling naked and helpless.

The Thing is very unpredictable. You never know when it will get thrown at you and you pray it doesn't stick.

The Thing is words. Awful words. Hurtful words. Words to be avoided.

So who is it the Keeper of the Thing? The one who weilds it with great power and fear? My husband.

Example: I recently received a sum of money from Social Security Disability - back payments - which he knew was coming soon and when it did, I bought a truck I've had my eye on for weeks. Beautiful truck! We'll, when I texted him at work about the truck, he got really nasty with me because he said (yet effing again) that I didn't "communicate" with him when I didnt tell him about getting the money and he's all rude and treating me like I've committed a capitol offence.

I know one thing, I don't want the efing truck anymore. It hurts to look at it.

And all I was trying to do is surprise my family. That's all.