![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Since I've been back from St. Louis, Steve and I have been having a wonderful time together. While I was gone, he played a ton of poker and ended up getting bored with it. It also made him realize how much time it takes away from us. Hallelujah! We've been spending a lot of time together, just having dinner, talking, watching TV, and it's been wonderful. I honestly don't think we've gone a week and a half without fighting before, at least not in my recent memory. That all changed last night.
Last week, I installed AIM on my computer so that I could chat with my friend who lives in Chicago. I noticed that it slowed our computer down a lot, so I removed the program from the hard drive, along with the other components that came with it. Five days later, the computer is still running really slowly, and I have no idea why.
Yesterday, Steve came home from working after working overtime again (he's been working overtime for the past two weeks), and seemed a little out of sorts, which I could totally understand. A 12 hour day is bound to make anyone cranky. At about 10pm, he went into the office to do some online banking, but because the computer was so slow, he wasn't getting anywhere. I went in the office to ask him a question about something, and he basically exploded at me, asking why I put that program on the computer when I knew (no, I didn't) that it would slow it down. I apologized and said that I tried to fix it, but then he said that I didn't uninstall it right because I didn't use the anti-virus program to do it.
I got tired of his bitching, so I went back into the bedroom and tried to go to sleep. I could hear him yelling at the computer, so I got up to find out what his problem was. Big mistake. He ended up completely ripping me a new one. He was screaming that he was tired and wanted to go to bed, but couldn't because he needed to take care of this online banking so we could make our mortgage payment this month. He said he was tired and pissed off that I got to go to bed while he stayed up to deal with the computer. I told him that my job was a lot more physically demanding than his, and that I get up earlier than he does, and then reminded him that he gets to sit in a chair all day while I'm on my feet for 8 hours, but that didn't go over too well. He said that he didn't sit in a chair all day, and then I said that at least he had a chair. I don't have a chair. Not the point anyway, but still.
It was about 11pm at this point, and he was yelling loudly, so I told him to be quiet. Then he started yelling again about how he doesn't care if he wakes up the whole neighborhood. He was just being an asshole. I started getting really upset, so I went back into our bedroom and started to cry. He hopped into the shower, and I was asleep before he got out.
This morning, he was sleeping right next to me, with his head touching mine. Not sure if that was intentional or not, but I couldn't decide if I was annoyed by it or if I thought it was cute. Today, when he got home, he was all nice and chatty with me. I've hardly said two sentences to him tonight. He needs to realize that his temper is out of control, and over stupid shit too. I'm not going to let him scream at me like that, and then pretend nothing happened the next day. That's how things were in his family growing up, but I don't work that way.
Last week, I installed AIM on my computer so that I could chat with my friend who lives in Chicago. I noticed that it slowed our computer down a lot, so I removed the program from the hard drive, along with the other components that came with it. Five days later, the computer is still running really slowly, and I have no idea why.
Yesterday, Steve came home from working after working overtime again (he's been working overtime for the past two weeks), and seemed a little out of sorts, which I could totally understand. A 12 hour day is bound to make anyone cranky. At about 10pm, he went into the office to do some online banking, but because the computer was so slow, he wasn't getting anywhere. I went in the office to ask him a question about something, and he basically exploded at me, asking why I put that program on the computer when I knew (no, I didn't) that it would slow it down. I apologized and said that I tried to fix it, but then he said that I didn't uninstall it right because I didn't use the anti-virus program to do it.
I got tired of his bitching, so I went back into the bedroom and tried to go to sleep. I could hear him yelling at the computer, so I got up to find out what his problem was. Big mistake. He ended up completely ripping me a new one. He was screaming that he was tired and wanted to go to bed, but couldn't because he needed to take care of this online banking so we could make our mortgage payment this month. He said he was tired and pissed off that I got to go to bed while he stayed up to deal with the computer. I told him that my job was a lot more physically demanding than his, and that I get up earlier than he does, and then reminded him that he gets to sit in a chair all day while I'm on my feet for 8 hours, but that didn't go over too well. He said that he didn't sit in a chair all day, and then I said that at least he had a chair. I don't have a chair. Not the point anyway, but still.
It was about 11pm at this point, and he was yelling loudly, so I told him to be quiet. Then he started yelling again about how he doesn't care if he wakes up the whole neighborhood. He was just being an asshole. I started getting really upset, so I went back into our bedroom and started to cry. He hopped into the shower, and I was asleep before he got out.
This morning, he was sleeping right next to me, with his head touching mine. Not sure if that was intentional or not, but I couldn't decide if I was annoyed by it or if I thought it was cute. Today, when he got home, he was all nice and chatty with me. I've hardly said two sentences to him tonight. He needs to realize that his temper is out of control, and over stupid shit too. I'm not going to let him scream at me like that, and then pretend nothing happened the next day. That's how things were in his family growing up, but I don't work that way.
