Maybe someone could explain to me why husbands are so difficult. How can one person make you so happy some days and so miserable others? Please don't start in on how you have to be responsible for your own happiness. I know that. But to walk around pretending that someone important to you has no effect on your mood or state of mind is crazy. So here's the lastest...

Last night I get home and I unload the dishwasher, eat dinner, start some laundry, so a few things on the computer, and -finally- sit down for a few minutes. The husband comes in from outside (who has been home for hours at this point) and asks me- aren't we going for a walk. Sure, i'm dog tired but let's go for that walk I mentioned 8 hours ago. So I am looking aroung the house at all the things that need to be done- but let's go for that walk. So walking, walking, walking. Conversation is a minimum because husband is not a talker. (Earlier this week he explained to me that I am the talker, he is the do-er. That was a real esteem builder moment for me.) But he does manage to tell me about how he slept most of the day at work, since they had nothing to do. I should have just stopped walking right there, turned around, went home, and went to bed. I'm so very tired, he had multiple naps that day, he's home for hours before me, and there's still five million things to do around the house. But no, I keep walking and the nap comment altogether. Then later I am straightening up the kitchen and comes back into the room and says "Hey do think in the future you could blah, blah, blah." The blahs are because it is of a personal nature. I stopped- first because I can't even believe he said that and second because it's one of those things that when it comes up it would just be easier to fix it yourself. Why complain about something so petty? After a few seconds I manage to say- well, you know- and he holds up his hand and just turns around and walks away. It's been a long time since I got "the hand" people.  I had to stop and think. A few weeks ago I was apparently in his way so he moved me and then told me to stay there (out of his way) until he was finished. At first I thought that was funny, until I realized he was serious. At what point did I become so insignificant that I get moved out of the way and I am not even allowed to finish a sentence. Today my heart is heavy and I am disenchanted with the world. And I've taken a vow of silence (not forever- just until I can get my thoughts together) and I am not answering or returning phone calls from a certain someone.