I pitter pattered around in the kitchen, cleaning, sweeping, mopping. All that. I got the kitchen completely clean and sat down because I started getting really sick. 5:30.
From that time on, I played the Sims until 7, all while cooking cabbage for breakfast. At 7, I snuck in the bedroom and curled up next to Matt and he told me he wanted to sleep for a little bit longer. I agreed and lay with him. Then he started yelling because I left the living room light on and it was shining in his eyes. So, I woke up and slipped into the living room to watch some LOST until his alarm went off.
At 7:45, I got a little aggravated because I knew he had to be up and out to go to his aunts. So, I went in his room and told him it was time to get up. As nice as I could possibly be. What did I get?
"If someone wouldn't keep waking me up I wouldn't keep setting my alarm!"
So, I told him breakfast was done and he said, "I don't care. I'm not eating that shit." At this point, I was a little more than upset, so I slammed the door and said fine. But, I was still upset. So, I went back and told him he really needed to get up so we could make it to my family's at a decent time.
"Oooooh. I'm soooo sorry. So we can make it to your family's at a decent time."
He then proceeded to yell at me and tell me to get the fuck out of his room. So, I slammed the door, broke into tears and ran into the kitchen. I tried to eat, but I couldn't stop crying. Then, he starts screaming at me for crying and telling me I had nothing to cry for.
Once he finally came from his room, I was sitting on the kitchen floor, eyes red and puffy, still crying my eyes out. He was actually going to just walk out the door and leave me crying. He didn't care enough. I informed him that I was a bit emotional this morning and he started with his boohoo bullshit thing he does.
I told him all I wanted was to make him happy this morning. To have breakfast and watch some SPN with him. He Called me an emotionally crippled liar. That made me really upset and I pushed him. I didn't want to be talked to that way. So, in retaliation, he slammed me against the door and told me to shut my mouth and told me that because I was mad that it wasn't okay to hit him. Say all that shit to me and then fault me for pushing him?
I'm just... really upset right now. I'm sick, I'm tired and I think I'm going to puke. He left to go to his aunts. I don't even think I want to go to my family's house anymore. I don't know. Fuck.
I'm having one of those emotional mornings. One of the mornings where I was feeling really alone and needed someone. It started at 5 am. Well, Matt (my husband for the new kids) was asleep and I knew he had to be up at seven, so I was waiting for him to wake up.