Lady deadsidedemon wrote:
What Im pissed beyond measure right now though, is the fact that he never defined his idea of "late" and is pissed off at me for worrying. He even threw in the comment that maybe he shouldnt go out anymore. Now cmon guys. How fuc[b][/b]king hard is it to tell your wife how late you're going to be, esp when you have the responsibility of getting your son, or to drop a simple phonecall? And why is it that people feel the need to lash out at a person for worrying about them with no word? I wasnt rude, I didnt yell,curse, or talk cold. I was just relieved to hear his voice but I barely had a chance to say a word before he bombarded me with this defensive crap.
OMG DSD, I think the male definition of late that must be morphed into a husband's DNA when he makes his marriage vows. I went through almost the exact same thing with mine.
When our daughter was a newborn (she wasn't even 2 weeks old when this happened), my hubby went to go help a friend set up his friend's new computer. He told me and I quote "I'll be home in a little bit." Okay, no biggie. I was a little bit tired and wanted to sleep, but couldn't because our 5 year old and 9 year old boys were running around the house and playing. About an hour rolls by so I call my hubby and he says "We're almost done, I'll be home in a bit." Another hour rolls by, I call and he says the exact same thing. Another hour rolls by, I call and he and his friend aren't there. So I figure they must be on their way back to my home. Another hour rolls by, I call (and this time frantic because I'm DEAD tired from nursing a newborn, dealing with 2 little boys bouncing off the walls) and he says "I'll be home in a little bit." I give it 15 minutes. He's not home, so I load up the kids into the car and drive over there. My husband is SITTING PLAYING A FREAKING GAME ON THE NEW COMPUTER. I just lost it.
I start crying and my husband and his friend could I see that I was tired, pissed, and on this side of lunatic. And he says "Okay, honey, I'll keep the kids, you go home and rest." And I'm like HOW THE **** AM I SUPPOSED TO GO HOME WITHOUT THE BABY BECAUSE I'M ******* BREASTFEEDING HER??? So I just get even more pissed off and my husband gets mad and he's like "Hey, I need some downtime too." So I just snapped. I got the kids back in the car, drove home, asked another neighbor to come over and watch the baby and kids while I took a nap. In no time at all during my nap did my husband call or come home (our friend said my hubby was really scared about how mad I was). So when I woke up feeling refreshed, I called my husband and he asked if it was okay for him to come home. And I told him NO ******* WAY. YOU CAN COME HOME IN A LITTLE BIT.
So he came home about 12 hours after he first told me "I'll be back in a little bit."
Looking back on this episode, I realize I wasn't suffering from postpartum depression. It was postpartum anger.
But DSD, I know where you're coming from on this one. *rate-up for comfort*