Plastic Forks and Tupperware

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The sound of a one-sided fight. The sound your phone makes when you are checking it AGAIN to see if you *maybe* missed a call. The sound your sigh makes when you resolve AGAIN not to be the first to call.

So dumb.



I stare and this BIG. BLANK. BLOG. stares back at me. How much to share...hmmmm...

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Seriously? I hung up on Mike over 4 hours ago. What the heck?

How can he stand it? I wonder if he is even thinking about the fact that I hung up on him.

I picture him in a small smoky room (at work, I am sure there must be a secret smoky room, you know, to be all smoky for dramatic effect), a small round table in a dimly lit kitchen. He and his co-workers are eating their dinners, plastic forks and tupperware and laughing loudly as he regales them with yet another tale of his shrew-wife. "And then? (dramatic pause) SHE HUNG UP ON ME!" Their loud, stupid laughter fills the air. Stupids.

Little do they know, Mike unleashed like possibly three of my top three pet peeves all in a 24 hour period.

(List time)

1. Flip your previously held position on something important to me
2. Fail to acknowledge tears
3. Talk REALLY loud over the top of me as I try to tell you something

Stupids. I hate their stupid laughing.

We were actually mending fences over the first two issues when the third one reared it's ugly head.

Times like this make me wonder how much of this is my deal. I know I am overly sensitive. Sometimes I think God put Mike and I together to have children and bring some equilibrium back to our genetic lines.

Seriously. I have thought long and hard about this.

We could not be MORE different when it comes to emotions.

When I first was diagnosed with ADHD, I remember my therapist telling me something about being a Highly Sensitive Person.

No really, with capital letters...like an award. A gift.

Maybe I should look into that more. I keep hoping that if I can figure out what makes me who I am, it will help me figure out who Mike and I are as a couple. Then we can really iron out who we are as parents. I desperately want to be on the same page, but it is really hard to get there with someone who hangs out in my head with such rude coworkers who laugh at stupid jokes about shrew-wives.

Stupids.

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(Intermission)

I have decided to make a list of family rules. You know me and lists.

True love.

Some of the rules I have so far are:

1. We are not bullies.
2. Tell the truth, even if it hurts.

and one I think will sweep the nation:

3. In an argument, the first person to apologize wins the argument.

I am not a competitive person, but I think this ensures I will win all fights in the future.

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Boom. I call.

Mike: "What's up, Babe?"

I think he forgot we were even fighting.

So in essence, I win.

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