Hubby Is Having His Period!

It was strange at my house last night; there were these two demon demented people at my house that made my life miserable. When we got home all was good, hubby was laughing; he was tired but laughing. We were in the bedroom getting out of work clothes and discussing what he wanted to go with his onion rings. See he called me at work around 3:30 asking if we had onions that he wanted beer battered onion rings. He goes into the bathroom and the next thing I know there is this demon demented man stomping out of the bedroom. I hear the back door open, I assume he is just feeding and watering the dog but oh no the next thing I know he is slamming stuff around in the kitchen. (the boys had made a mess and didn't clean it up) By this time I had changed and headed to the kitchen. I told him I would handle things in the kitchen and he ignored me. 

Well I am not sure what happen next as I was experiencing an out of the body moment I am pretty sure I had ice water thrown in my my face and was slapped a couple of times (figuratively speaking that is) I recall hearing the words “take the sh***y attitude out of my kitchen and I reached for the colander. (now I am not sure who said those words but it sounded like it was my voice but me being the sweet calm loving wife I am would never say that to my darling husband) This crazed man yanked the colander out of my hand and yelled at me to get out that he was taking care of things. Well I ran down the hall and gently shut the bedroom door but a draft yanked it out my hand and it slammed. This is where things really get fuzzy because there was this wild eyed woman in the bedroom when I got there. She was yanking clothes off hangers and stuffing them in suitcases. After about 15-20 minutes she ran out of bags and went in hunt of the reusable grocery bags to finish gathering things. When she left the demon demented man showed up and sat on my husband’s side of the bed. When the crazy woman came back in the bedroom he started yelling at her and accusing her of running away. She said something about not being able to take the fighting anymore and he was yelling again that he had been telling her for several days that he wasn’t sure if it was him or the meds he had been on. Then there was more slamming of doors, this time he was slamming the bathroom door.

By this time I was curled up on the bed in a fetal position bawling. I am not sure when hubby showed up but he was there rubbing my back and I was wrapped around him hyperventilating. Something about being sorry, can’t the fighting anymore, I think I said something along the lines of I didn’t think he wanted me any more and him saying that he always wanted me with him. There were more words but I was so distraught I can’t remember what was said. An hour later after I had stopped hyperventilating I was ordered (yes that is right ordered his words not mine) told to lay down and rest another hour past and I could breathe again.

By 8:00 he had his beer batter onion rings and chicken strips and we were watching the latest episode of Harry’s Law (thank goodness for Hulu). Afterwards hubby takes his shower and crawls in to bed to read. My punishment…he watched while I unpacked everything and hung it back up and put things back in the drawers. I couldn't go to bed until it was done so it was close to midnight when I finally crawled into bed. It sure took me longer to undo what that crazy wild eyed woman did than it took her to pack everything up. Needless to say I couldn’t find anything this morning. So that is my story and I am sticking to it.

Seriously though I am not sure what happen last night, everything was fine and then the mood changed and things exploded. It was like adding an Alka Seltzer to a Dr. Pepper and shaking it up. First of all I do not use profanity, I was taught that ladies do not use profanity that it is degrading and it was always better to have your words dripping with honey than talk like a sailor. It has been eons since we have had anything like this happen actually I think last night was a first and we will celebrate #30 in May. Oh in the early years (like the second year of our marriage) we split up a couple of times but since our first son was born (and he is 26) I have never packed my clothes to leave. I guess it just goes to prove that drugs do play a part in depression and mood swings. I hope we never see that crazy demon possessed couple again. I can’t handle the mayhem they instigated last night. I am just too old for that kind of drama