6/25/2026
Today was a bad day.
We were talking about what Trump is doing with overtime taxes. I said, “yeah it’s similar to what we did last year when we filed married so you would get the taxes you paid on it back.” You misunderstood what I meant and acted like I wasn’t listening, even though we were talking about overtime taxes in two separate contexts. Instead of trying to understand what I was saying, you told me I wasn’t listening, and the conversation turned into another argument.
When you got home, you started telling me about your day. I already know that I can’t talk about mine until you’ve had time to unwind and relax, so I listened. I even got up a couple of times to stir dinner, but I could still hear everything you were saying and responded while you talked.
Before you started telling me about your day, I said, “let me know when you’re done so I can tell you about my day since you didn’t read my texts.” When you finished, I asked, “can I tell you about my day now” but you gave me an aggravated look. I immediately decided not to say anything. You never asked me about my day afterward. I had been so excited to tell you about it, but it felt like you simply didn’t care.
For dinner, I made enchiladas, but I only had enough to make four. I gave you two for dinner and saved the other two so you would have lunch the next day. I thought about making myself another plate, but I told you I wasn’t eating any, even though I really wanted to. Instead, I ate leftovers that had been sitting in the refrigerator for over a week—leftovers I had just told you yesterday that I was tired of eating. If you had really been listening, you would have known I wouldn’t have chosen old leftovers over a fresh meal.
Later, you complained that you would only have about $200 left after paying bills. I understand that isn’t much money. But I don’t even mention anymore that I’ll have less than $10 left because the conversation always ends the same way—you point out that it’s different because I don’t go anywhere.
At one point, I asked if you remembered the book I had read to you from when I was a kid. Instead of answering, you got hateful and said I only want to show you something when you’re on the phone. Even your friend, Jake noticed your tone and said, “easy now.” I replied, “I just came across it, how can I show you something before I see it?” You didn’t respond.
I got up and went to take a shower. Then you became upset because I had gone to shower. You came into the bathroom and said, “you don’t think I wanted to shower?” The truth is, you almost never shower during the week unless you’ve gotten especially dirty, so the comment didn’t make sense to me.
After I finished, I walked back into the living room to feed the fish. When I came out, you were just staring at me with a look that felt full of anger.
I didnt want to argue anymore, so I went to bed.
