Okay folks, here it is. A public confession of how disfunctional my homelife is...
Last night I made the mistake of inviting my hubby to join me to do the grocery shopping for the week. I did this because he complains every week that I don't buy the things that he likes (sweets and cakes, actually). So, he came with me and immediately picked out a pear pie and placed it in our still empty cart. I told him then and there that this would be his pie. I was not going to partake.
Fast forward to after our healthy dinner....
Pie time. "Shall I get one pie plate or two?" he asks. "One", I respond. Hence begins the begging on his part to share in his sweetening pleasure. I insist, no. He insists, you must. This continues until he gets so frustrated with me that he cuts a sliver and places it in my hand. "Just try a little piece...". He was not jesting.
At that point I was furious and incredibly frustrated at the same time. I could eat that sliver and please him, but the thing is....if I do, I know I will trigger the "give me a whole piece" response. I could also see that his emotional volcano was boiling. But I said to myself that this is my weight loss journey and the choices about what I put in my mouth need to be all MINE.
So I gave back the sliver of pie, with a dose a frustration, saying things like "you know I'm trying to lose weight!". That's when he lost it. Accusing me of not wanting to share the pie and teaming up with my 11 y.o. daughter to be against him (she, too, refused pie....then left the room), and more heated, angry blah, blah, blahs.
The evening ended poorly with no "good night, dear"s and the morning has begun the same. Yes, folks, my hubby is pouting because I would not have a piece of his pear pie last night.
I write this blog not to endure more advice from strangers on why I should get the hell out of here as fast as I can....but to document for myself the ridiculous moments that I must pass with this crazy man. In a day or two it will calm and I will somehow forget this happened - or happened to this insane level.
I will also say that I believe this is the straw that will push me to completely eliminate the evening glass(es) of wine that I share every night with the hubby.