Ok, maybe I acted like a douche....
Just a little. Tomorrow is my first day going back to work in two weeks. Two weeks ago last Friday we lost our little girl at 28 weeks. I work in a jail and while pregnant, was forced to work in a pod due to safety concerns. In addition to returning to work, I also go back to working around inmates tomorrow. I was trying to find my duty belt, and some of the stuff was missing. My husband had "borrowed" these items several months ago and complained when I asked for them back tonight because he needs them. Without those items, it makes my job difficult (although not impossible). I blew up a little because his job doesn't require use of these items nearly as much.
I was frustrated and am still emotional over the loss of our little girl. Tomorrow is my 30th birthday but is going to be hard because being around inmates is going to be just another reminder that I'm no longer pregnant. Then he invites his mom over for dinner. She asks if he's planning a birthday party for me and he said he hasn't really planned on anything special. Originally he'd planned on hunting into the evening. I get off at 7pm and asked if he could have dinner fixed so I don't have to cook on my birthday. I told him what I wanted.
I know it's silly, but combined with the other stuff I was slightly upset he hadn't even planned on cooking for my birthday. We got into a fight, he called me a baby and went to bed. It's 834 pm and I'm sitting in the living room by myself about to cry.
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