Just I as thought I wasn't having such a bad day

All was well today until I got home from work. Tired, a little irritated, but then again, that's quite normal at the end of the week.

As I got home, my husband came out and opened the garage for me and I thought, how sweet. Get out of the car and hardly got a hello, just. Did you get milk? When I said no, he said, well you went to the shop to get lunch! Not! I buy my weeks lunch on a Monday and keep it in the fridge at work. Cheaper that way. So I told him this, and that was that.

Got inside, put my things down and went to the kitchen to put my left over lunch in the fridge. My 3 year old daughter was sitting on the kitchen table next to supper, which was hot dogs. So I opened the viennas to give her one and she said no. I then thought, oh well and ate it. Just to have my husband telling me off fr not offering her any! WTF! I told him then that I did offer, but like always, he still accuses me that I "always" think of "my" stomage first. That I could've offered it to him first. What's up with him not believing me when I say something. I always get accused of bad things, like being a bad mother. Why can't I ever do anything right in his eyes? Why does he want me to be perfect? I als have stress, why does he have to add to it? What happend to the caring man he use to be? The one that use apologise when we had a little fight! What is up with all these accusations? Doesn't he realise that I'm in permanent defence mode these days, just to protect myself from his negative words towards me.

Then when I told him how it makes me feel, he would say something like, that's a feable excuse or stop making excuses.

What to do, what to do...

*sigh*