You know....dread, confusion, self loathing, all mixed up in one.
I've just made my wife run off in tears. She has given up smoking for 70 odd days now. She's been finding it really hard and it's made her extremely depressed and angry. Naturally I've been on the receiving end of a lot of this and although I find it hard to understand why most of the time, I've been doing OK. Until tonight.
She launched into me about doing stuff around the house and I, in my wisdom, thought then would be a great idea to tell her how much her moods where getting to me....smooth.
But wait, I'm not done yet. I somehow managed to stop my monologuing long enough for her to start actually talking to me about how she is suffering and then I go and ruin it by saying that the easiest thing for her to do is to start smoking again. I hate myself, I really do.
The thing is, I really don't see a problem with the things I say until she has run off crying and I physically sit down and work through what I said.
16 Sep 2010, 4:46 am
