Robert and I were arguing today. Actually, he wasn’t doing anything. I was doing all the talking (shouting). I don’t mind when he takes money out of my purse, but I WISH he’d TELL ME when he does so. But most especially I wish that when I do ask him if he’s taken money out of my purse, he wouldn’t lie and say he hasn’t when he has. And I have to find out when I’m standing in line getting ready to pay for something and have to whip out the credit card to pay for $30 worth of groceries. Ugh. Double ugh.
And when I explain to him for the millionth time why I’m upset, he acts like he just doesn’t “get it.” I hope we don’t go to sleep still angry. But I’m not in the mood right now to concede anything….