If I get anymore confused with how my wife intends on living her life right now I think I am going to completely loose my mind. Everything has been fine for a week, no arguments, disagreements, or anything else that would instigate coming home from class to an angry wife that wanted me out of the house.
I tried to pry but that only made things worse, but I think its the same lecture as before, she is unhappy with the way her life has turned out. (Because at the age of 27 she is nearing retirement and has nothing to show?!?) She didn’t want me to be there but doesn’t want me to stay cause if she kicked me out she would feel guilty if something happened to me. Or at least she is telling me this at 2am. I finally grew tired and couldn’t get her to come back to bed so I said fuck it and left.
I come back at 10am and things are slightly better, she is saying “I love you” again, but still has a chip on her shoulder. I am working so hard to bite my tongue and just say “yes dear” to everything…, not virtually everything…, literally everything. All in an attempt at making her happy…, this must not be what she wants cause obviously she just has this one mean bone in her that has to get in at least one fight a week.
The best I can hear for grounds to divorce from her is so petty I want to slap her upside the head and say “wake up, this isn’t neverland”. I left a sock on the floor, a cup next to the computer, I put my hand under my head pointing my elbow in her direction while I sleep…, these are her grounds for divorce! I could tell her so many things wrong with her argument but that is just fuel for the fire and I am forced to ignore it.
All of this is taking a toll on my head though. I am not able to concentrate on my studies as much as I wanted, and even a normal concentration with her my brain is working over time just trying to think of a politically correct, grammaticaly tolerant, user-friendly, statement which doesn’t trigger another arguement.
I love my wife, but if this keeps up she is going to kill me.









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