My husband has been on my last nerve lately. I'm not sure what's going on with his head, but I'm seconds away from scheduling him an anxiety consultation (or his funeral... if I were a violent woman...). He's started playing this "you didn't tell me that" game, usually I just say "sorry" [even though I KNOW I told him] and move on because people forget things, whatever. This weekend though... my breaking point.
First, "I didn't tell him" about our daughter going to a sleepover at my mom's for the weekend. Yes, dear man, I did tell you because we had a whole conversation about it because of the youngest son's birthday this weekend and getting together with husband's family. Well, the youngest decided that he would rather go to a movie instead of having an extended family get together, so that resolved the scheduling problem, so daughter went to my mom's.
Second, "I didn't tell him" about my youngest nieces birthday party on Sunday. Yes, dear man, I did tell you because we had an argument about my sister planning the party on the youngest son's birthday and how I can't control when my sister plans the party... and then further discussion when the family drama started because my sister moved the time so that I could be there [NOT at my request, btw. Youngest niece calls me her best friend and wanted to make sure I could be there, which then ticked off two of my other sisters who are "tired of the world revolving around Sherry"].
Third, "I didn't tell him" that Sunday was Confirmation Sunday at church and that we would need to be there early and stay late (I'm the teacher). Ummm.... Confirmation Sunday has been announced in church every Sunday for the last month, I've been talking to him every Wednesday night for the last month about this that and the other thing going on to get the kids ready for being confirmed the first Sunday in May... I have been teaching confirmation for seven years, and we have been together for four of those years. What part of this process did he think had changed? It's the same thing every year, I go early for rehearsal, and we stay late for pictures and lunch.
So Sunday, as we're rushing home from church so that he can take the kid to the movie and I can get to the birthday party, he decides to light into me about how I don't communicate with him and I need to tell him what's going on because he doesn't read minds, and blah blah blah. I was done saying "sorry". I explained to him that I did tell him about the sleepover and the party, pointing out the discussions that we had because of me telling him these things going on... to which he replied that we never had those conversations. "Oh, sorry, I guess that was my other husband." Really? You're going to deny that I told you these things to the point that you will deny that we had other conversations? OH LORD. You are in a serious state of denial. So then he flipped it around to that I'm the one in denial and creating conversations that we never had. And now I can't figure out who the crazy person in this relationship is. I'm to the point that I made a blank template for each of us to fill out that says "______ told ______ about _______ on this date." and we have to sign and date it. I am just done done done with this freaking argument and if I have to do this ridiculous thing to prove to him that I do tell him things, he just either isn't listening or forgets, then so be it. He thinks I'm a complete control freak now, but whatever, I'm tired of thinking that he's a butt head who can't admit that he's human.
Whew. Thanks for listening y'all. I feel better getting this ridiculous nonsense out. Now I can laugh about it and move on with my day.
I was hoping for a few months of easy 
