I had a fight with my husband and as much as I wanted to write about it I knew I couldn't. I hate dragging out my dirty laundry. And as much as I wanted the validation of being right, because I was right, I still wanted someone to tell me I could be wrong. Is that weird? Does that make sense? Let me rephrase: I was right, I was so right, right about everything I said and did but I wanted someone to tell me I wrong because I didn't want to be right. And all you all would have told me I was right, and I just couldn't have that.
Shoo! That takes a load off.
The fight wasn't anything to horrid, like cheating or something that would break up a marriage. But it was about money and money can cause a marriage to break up but it wasn't that bad. It was about how money should be spent and how and if we have the money to spend should it be spend on what we want vs. what we need.
Yeah no. It did involve a 3 day "silent treatment" session.
I did kind of enjoy the peace.
Now that I am done being vague, I have other secrets that are keeping me from being a "full-time" blogger and I will update you soon on those.
No, I am not pregnant.
At least I don't think I am.
Oh God why did I say that?