Last night I cried and ranted at my husband.
There was no trigger other than his caring kindness forcing me to explode. ๐
It was an important day – I’ll write on that tomorrow – and I did not feel joy but sadness. It frustrated me to not want to jump up and down for joy. Instead I just felt sadness.
When I got home my amazing man had prepared a bath for me and suggested takeout so we could relax together. When I was not so enthused he kept asking what happened.
I remember when I was in middle school and I’d be in a mood and one of my friends would keep pestering me about what was wrong, was I mad at her, etc. It used to make me explode with annoyance.
It happened again last night. I do not usually do this and despite all of our stresses I have avoided doing so. However, his persistent questioning made me go over to top.
After some tears and yelling, I calmed down. We talked a bit and then it was over. We enjoyed our evening together.
M claims that sometimes you just gotta pop the balloon, so that is what he did.
Now I feel much better and feel as if the fog is lifting. I am realizing that I have dropped the ball on a few things but will work to catch up tomorrow. ๐ฌ
~T ๐
