So I completely lost my shit at my husband the other night. I may have over-reacted. May have. Usually when I fly off the handle and it was my fault I admit it; and as much as I hate to, I accept it. It may take a day or two, but I will usually get there. This time was different though. It was a small thing, but it really fired me up. He knows it fires me up. And I just can’t admit defeat. What the hell, I’ll just get to the point. He farted. Yup. That’s right folks. My husband is a human and he farted. Not a big deal, right? Everybody does it. I’m a total bitch. End of discussion. Except he does it all the time. And they stink. It never used to bother me like it does now. It’s like he’s used up all of his free fart passes; like I’ve let him get used to doing it whenever and wherever and then pulled the rug out from under him. I honestly think its because I’ve had kids. Especially a boy- not one day (usually not even an hour) goes by without fart or poop talk. And my youngest is potty training. I am in bodily function overload ALL of the time. So, by throwing more fuel to the fire and stinking up the house; I can’t. I just can’t. So I did what any person would do in my situation. I flipped out and started a huge fight. OVER A FART. And my husband reacted like any person would in his situation. He got defensive and fought back. Even as i’m writing this, I realize how ridiculous it sounds, but I’m still not willing to give it up and apologize. I should be able to live in a house without the threat of a nuclear bomb lurking around every corner. He tells me I should be lucky that he doesn’t give me a dutch oven or a cupcake like his brothers do to their wives. Right, thanks hubby for not being the most repulsive man in your family. Lol. Would you like a medal? I mean, come on. Am I wrong? No seriously, I’m actually asking, I have no idea…
