Ugh. I hate fighting.
The boy and I are apparently not speaking...and last night we slept in separate beds.
That's the first time it's ever happened.
I mean, we've fought...but we usually make up before bed.
Here's the deal, and don't be afraid to tell me I'm crazy.
He was standing at the sink after his sponge bath talking about how he wouldn't be going to his nephew's bouncy castle birthday party, being that he's in a brace and all, and then I went to turn on the shower. And he trails off with this single little moo noise. So I turn and say, "What?" And he accuses me of not listening to him because I was getting in the shower.
Umm...except that I heard every word and I was actually interested in hearing what he had to say, but it was past 11 and I wanted to go to bed, so I was going to take my shower. No biggie. Well...apparently it was a biggie.
So, I wanted an apology because he accused me of something that wasn't true. Is that crazy of me?
And he didn't think he did anything wrong. So...we fought. And he shared the futon with the cat while I slept in our bedroom. It sucked, honestly. I slept well, not having to share the bed with the cat, but I'd rather have shared it with Robb.
So...am I crazy? Is he justified in being mad at me for thinking he needed to apoligize?
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