June 15, 2011
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“Women want to be loved, men want to be respected”
Jefferson is on vacation this week so he was in rare form over the weekend. Friday he was all lovey dovey, but I was tired and just wanted to sleep. He woke me up Saturday morning for activities before I headed to the gym. How he thinks he initiates always cracks me up. I’m not saying I need major foreplay, but a slight nudge isn’t going to let me know he’s looking for something sweet. He worked for a bit on Saturday while I was at the gym, and when he got home, my gf had texted wanting to go to lunch. The plan was to go to lunch and then catch Super 8. She had other plans. I hate when she has other plans. I also hate when she changes plans while I’m indisposed. Her/Jefferson were at the table, and when I came back they changed the plans to bowling. I assumed this was ok with him since he was going to be driving us, but apparently it wasn’t. So he was pissy the rest of the afternoon. At one point, we were at a local bar, and she was texting on her phone and he was facebooking. That is SOOO annoying. I hate you, Facebook. Of course when I retold this whole story to my mom, instantly she’s thinking they’re texting each other. Ah, mom. I could see what he was doing the whole time, so I know that’s not the case, but still. She was on the hunt for a man and we were just along for the not so fun ride. I felt like I had to tell them they were being rude, much like Kelly was telling Alex she was being weird on RHNY. We soon left the bar/went home.
Sunday, he woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I told him I wanted to book our trip. We’re going to NOLA tomorrow. He didn’t get off the couch to look at hotels with me, so as usual, I made all the plans. This somehow, annoyed him. He also wanted me to see if my brother would watch the dog. I called my mom at a reasonable hour and chatted first, then asked. She had no problem and asked if she could watch the dog at her house. I relay that news to Sir Jefferson, and he’s just not happy. Bunch of ridiculous. I did exactly as he asked. Luckily, the hotel I booked through Hotwire is dog friendly. It actually has dog beds. Still, it’s NOLA, and I don’t know if that’s an appropriate (read:clean) city for a dog, but whatevs. I’m new to pet owning so my opinions always seem unfounded.
After that lil bit of bickering, we went to see Super 8. I really liked that movie. We saw it in Dbox which is some new schmancy way to see a movie. The chair tilts/vibrates (in a kinda good way) with the action. It did add to the experience. I’m thinking I may need to see Transformers in Dbox as well. It’s not like 3d, where you’re in the movie, but it’s still entertaining/different. As we were driving there, he was all up in arms about how I don’t include him/consult him in decisions like the hotel/dog. I don’t know how he could even say that, but he did, so I had to respond. He actually was going to just drop me off at the movie theater. I got out of the car to go buy tickets and he peeled off in true douche form. People were looking at this idiot peeling out in a mini-van. Ugh. We did end up seeing the movie, but I did not walk in with him. It’s strange because he wants me to let him be the man, but when he acts like a child, how can I?
This reminds me of the RHOC reunion. Victoria said something like, “Women want to be loved and men want to be respected.” I really do try to respect my husband. I listened as he tried to support his argument about me not consulting him, but I knew I’d given him every opportunity to be involved in the decision, he didn’t want to get off the couch.
At one point over the weekend he mentioned that his mom was having issues with his brother. She said he hit her. He said she might need to stay with us. Um, hell to the no. I need my personal space. If he’s causing trouble, call the police. My husband is not your husband, ma’am.
Anywho, fast forward to today and he calls me frantic because his brother hasn’t slept/eaten and is shaking. His mom called him and he was sent to the store for… wait for it…. pedialyte. This is for a grown man? Are you effing kidding me? I told him, if it’s this bad, why aren’t you taking him to the hospital. I’m sure he called me looking for comfort, but I’m at work and not in comfort mode. I’m in problem solving, get shit done mode. UGH!