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Good vs EVL

I yell too much. I know this because my husband laughs whenever I raise my voice.  He’s completely desensitized. Anything and nothing can set me off—him wearing a shirt with a hole in it; the way he brushes his teeth (WRONG); him eating my ice cream after I told him he could eat my ice cream but he waited so long that I just assumed he never ate it. I think there’s ice cream, and when I find the carton empty three weeks later I lose my shit.
The frustration is real, but sometimes I wonder if I’m also doing it for comedic effect at this point. Like a kid who drops the F-bomb to riotous laughter. She looks around, pleased that she got such a wildly positive reaction from all these adults. She says F*CK again and again until faces and words get stern, and finally she’s sent to bed without ice cream. That’s me. Except my husband keeps laughing. So I keep yelling.
There are times when I’m really mad, but he doesn’t always know that right away. So I have developed a tell. Instead of saying…