AUTHOR: Scott G DATE: 3:30:00 PM ----- BODY:

I don't want to rant, but...

Everything has been going fine for the most part with Deb and the baby, as well as our relationship. We talk all the time and spends loads of time together. I don't go out much because we don't have the money. When I do go out, she'll usually come with me. Yesterday Sandy was going out so Chris and I decided to go out. We wanted to check out a different bar for the first time. After spending a few hours just sitting at Chris' house talking with his Dad and doing nothing we decided to go out. I go out very very little, so it's never usually an issue. However, seeing as I already have the job thing going poorly, something else was going to go wrong. It just comes in pairs for me. Deb had it set in her mind (not verbally out loud to me or anything) that we would spend yesterday getting the spare room together. This came to light as I had already decided to go out and even asked her to come. By that point she was already upset beyond the point of talking, so I went out anyway. I am literally the anchor of this marriage and I am a very good husband who does nothing wrong. I deserve a night out once a month or two. Staying home would have served nothing but to upset me more and get the silent treatment from her. I thought this crap had stopped, but I guess not. If she doesn't get what she wants she clams up and gives me the silent treatment. I guess I'm supposed to kiss up to her and apologize for nothing at all. I'm supposed to follow her around the house and beg her to please talk to me. I'm supposed to be persistent and convince her that she should talk and how not doing so is harmful. I've done all that in the past, but not once have I done something worthy of this treatment. Treated her bad, nope. Cheated, nope. Nothing at all. Just to drive home my point and remove all doubt.. I went out last night and I'll bet some may think I spent a lot of money to justify this treatment. Nope, I spent $5. Until tomorrow.. --------