Married to a son of a bitch…

There are some husbands that are grateful for the things that their wives do. My husband is not one of those. He is the sort that comes home and bitches that his dinner is too hot, because he seems unaware that his alternative is to not have dinner…either hot or cold… waiting for him on the table.

He seems unaware that in parts of the world, there are some men who are going home to an empty house because they used to be husbands until their wives left them, probably because they bitched about their dinner being too hot.

Times like these I can’t appreciate having a husband.

Why can’t he just be happy dinner was waiting for him when he got home? Why does he have to go looking for fault where there is none? That kind of unhappiness does not stem from me, or anywhere else. That is a deep seated unhappiness that comes from within him.

Days like today I want to push him over a steep cliff so he can contemplate the state of his life on the way down. I don’t have the patience required to make him feel better about himself when he tries to blame his unhappiness on me, on what I am doing, or not doing, and the unrealistic expectations that he places on me.

I gave up trying to meet his expectations because it turned me into someone I hated.

Basically he can go piss off…