||[Mar. 23rd, 2005|07:31 pm]
I know I'm not always innocent, but I don't think I'm being wrong here.|
I got home from the supermarket, and he tells me I left the freezer door open. I explicitly don't remember doing so, in fact, I remember putting forth extra effort to make SURE it was closed. But whatever, he says it was cracked open and must be my fault.
So while I'm calmly trying to tell him I clearly remember shutting it, he was being a smartass saying "Oh then a ghost or the baby or the dog did it". I told him that I wasn't blaming anyone, but I don't remember leaving it open. So here he goes, being a hypocrite and starting to raise his voice (he always flips out when *I* do that), getting annoyed. And so now he's giving me the silent treatment, playing depressing songs, and touching the wine (neither of us drinks) that was supposed to be for us to celebrate the birth of our daughter.
I don't fucking deserve this, he's fucking flipping out over something so completely trivial. All we lost was some fucking ice cream that he hadn't touched in weeks.
I'm so tired of hypocrites.