I went from totally calm, in a pleasant mood to furious – if looks could kill kind of thing I’d be looking for a new husband right now. I hate and despise being yelled or snapped at. There is no reason for adults to yell at other adults unless you are warning someone of impending danger – things like ‘timber’, ‘look out for the shark’, or ‘tornado’s coming’ are some of the few exceptions.
I’ve given Nick permission to spank my ass any time he feels it’s necessary or anytime he simply wants to – but I’ve never consented to being yelled at, and I won’t ever. Had I been the spanker in the family and he yelled (snapped at me) over something so trivial I would have pulled him from his chair and he wouldn’t have sat comfortably the rest of the evening, and I would have felt so much better for it.
As it was I said in a deadly, calm voice, “My apologies, I don’t hear perfectly either.” And that was the last thing I said to him for quite a while and I stayed in my writing room and muttering and saying ugly things and writing this post. Grrrr… do whatever else you want to me – but do not raise your voice to me!
See how great blogging is – it felt so good to dump on you. I’m not the least bit mad anymore. I just wanted to vent while I was pissed and with that I got it all out of my system. Thank you very much, Nick would thank you too if he had any idea I’d been mad.