I had another argument this evening and as a consequence my finger has taken a turn for the worse. I'm sick of these arguments TBH as they are always about nothing and just blow up. This evening it was because I was finishing my fajitas and my wife wanted to make scrambled eggs. Now I am rather fastidious and am rather sensitive when it comes to food and smells. I really dislike the smell of eggs and my wife knows this. So, I simply asked her to wait a few minutes while I finished my meal. But no, she was hungry and had to cook right there, right now. I protested "But you know I hate the smell. I won't be able to finish my meal". And so we had a back and forth and of course she wouldn't let me finish my meal and it got cold. So, instead of waiting 4 minutes we had a bit of a row that lasted 10 minutes and so she couldn't cook and neither could I finish my meal.
And so once again I declared "I've had enough of this. I am going out!". Immediately that sent her into a rage. "Going where? Again? You are always spending money". I responded by saying that considering that I can never have any peace at home I will find it elsewhere. If a man must be a prisoner in his own home then he must find peace of mind elsewhere". She didn't like this is at all and started screaming at me that I couldn't go out. I told her "I am a grown man. I can go out and I will go out". That basically set off the violence. She started hitting me on the arm and was hitting me on the head. Not a hard hit, but nobody likes to be hit on the head. I pushed her away, but that basically ripped open my middle finger even more. I then locked myself in the bathroom to get my hair ready.
After a few minutes I emerged from the bathroom and was looking for my shoes. They had vanished. I had 4 pairs of shoes 10 minutes before and now they were gone! I tried to open the bedroom door and it was locked! My damn wife had taken all my shoes and locked them in the bedroom! I couldn't go anywhere! I was stood outside the door "Where are my shoes? Open this door!". This went on for about 15 minutes and again was an incredibly pointless waste of time. Eventually I got a hammer and made a loud noise on the door. "Open it! I need my shoes!". "If you break the door then I will buy a handbag for the same cost", she shouted. "But I don't want to break the door. I just want my shoes". "Agree to buy the handbag!". "But this is insane. Why should I stand here and make a deal with you?". Honestly, I love being me.
Eventually I got my shoes, but she told me she was locking me out and I couldn't come home. I told her that this was incredibly unfair. All I wanted to do was get away for a few hours peace and have some peace and quiet. I half angrily and half jokingly said "well let's just go ahead and get divorced!". And so with that she stormed into the main room, found our marriage documents and ripped them up! She had once creased them up rather badly, but this time out outright ripped them up! "Fair enough", I thought. "A bit mad, but fair enough". And so out I marched.
That last piece of madness had actually pissed me off quite a bit. I initially headed for a fairly busy bar that I knew and walked on all the way to the door, but realised with the loud pumping dance music that I didn't want to go in there. I was at a loss about what to do. Where could I go? Again I was out alone with nowhere to go and once again quite homeless. It was about -5 outside. I called my sister back home in England and told her all about my recent escapades and she thought it was quite funny, but quite serious. I asked her if she ever punched her husband or stole his shoes and she said that she hadn't punched him in many years and had never stolen his shoes. Afterwards I found a quiet bar and had a beer, but I was quite depressed. I didn't understand why things were happening like they were. I felt trapped. Eventually I decided to try and come home and the door was locked. I called my wife, but no answer. I then went back outside and walked around. It was freezing cold though and I was worried I would catch the flu again.
Eventually, I got a message on my phone "the door is open. don't talk to me. divorce tomorrow". Again, I thought "fair enough". At least I had the spare bed and could be out of the sub zero temperatures. And so I am back home in the comforts of the main room. I am quite grateful for the peace and quiet actually now that her Royal Madness has gone to bed. I take back those positive things I said about my wife in that other thread. She is positively barking!
I hope my ongoing misery brings a smile to some of your faces! And yeah, that middle finger is a piece of meat. Ouch.

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