So today started wrong.
It’s Wednesday, recycle trash day.
I started putting all my boxes outside carefully hiding the 50 magazine that I was throwing out as we had another 50 in the living room. If husband saw them he would have brought them back in.
I was out in my PJs with a winter coat on top (mind you May mornings in NY feel like full winter) when I hear my husband roar my name.
He asked me to drive him to the station. I yelled back I had to change and will take him.
Time 3 1/2 seconds to change at least my pants as I don’t like to wear outside (car etc) what I wear to bed, and I was in the car.
And there it started.
“You have zero consideration”
“I am tired of not being respected”
And other angry words in the same lines.
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