Can't Win For Losing

Donna has had a pretty rough week, in a grumpier-that-the-people-around-her-care-to-talk-about kind of way. For some reason or another she seems to have been not quite herself. She's been barking at the kids and refusing any kind of attempts to help her cheer up.

Then today, after Twitter dumped a whole bunch of messages from her tweets, I got this desperate text message...

Why am I getting so upset so easily!!!! My replies are all there but not my recents for days and days.

Clearly things were getting out of hand. The twenty-seven or so random, rambling messages about twenty-three totally disconnected things told me they weren't going to get any better. Her fragile mood was falling completely apart.

I made several phone calls trying to cheer her up and get to the bottom of the problem but to no avail. She'd have no part of it. She was dead-set on being in a pissy mood. But my big concern was what I knew would happen next. She was about to get really needy.

Right after I told her I felt like she could use a night out away from the kids, the end began like this...

Oh, right
maybe I'll stay out till 3:00
and start smoking
and make out with a stranger
What would you say if I said I wanted to make out with a stranger?

She doesn't want to make out with a stranger. She want's me to tell her that I don't want that. I am not so stupid that I don't know that. But I didn't think it was fair that she would ask me a loaded question that would, no matter how I answered, end up in a fight. Especially when all I'd been trying to do is encourage her to do whatever she needed to do to break out of her funk.

I was being the good husband and I was about to get hamstringed for it.

I just need to know you love me.

I do love you. That's exactly why if making out with a stranger would make you happy that I would want you to do it. Especially if she was really hot and you would let me watch.

Filed under - Donna | Love | Marriage

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I don't know why....

Submitted by Shelley (not verified) on October 19, 2007 - 11:16am.

...but that cracked me up when it should have made me want to crack you in the jaw! What was Donna's reaction?

Wha?

Submitted by Pete on October 19, 2007 - 11:34am.

Crack me in the jaw? She blindsided me after all I had done was be nice and supportive and understanding. It was only after she kept after me that I gave all that up and told her to do whatever she wanted.

Her reaction? She left the house and went out with friends till the wee hours. I'm sure there was lots of appetizers, diet soda and adult contemporary music involved. Then, after stumbling in late, reeking of potpourri, she tried to wake me from my slumber and take advantage of me. I had none of that because I'm not that kind of girl.

Plus, I was pretty certain I was being abducted by aliens at the time.

Hm...

Submitted by Jessica (not verified) on October 20, 2007 - 10:05pm.

I know nothing about married life, so I read that and am still scratching my head. However, being a girl/woman/lady, I know that sometimes you just have to let people ride out their moodiness, especially women. Stubborn women even moreso. Though, tip-toeing around her isn't exactly a solution, so I don't know. Don't listen to me actually.

This may be why Bossy

Submitted by BOSSY (not verified) on October 23, 2007 - 8:39am.

This may be why Bossy doesn't do Twitter.

Aaaah....

Submitted by Tiggerlane (not verified) on October 23, 2007 - 9:58pm.

I recognize the Mystery that is Woman.

Heck, often we don't know what the hell is going on ourselves.

And the Twitters? I am SO lost.