When I first began to write an on-line journal my husband asked one thing of me, if I ever wrote about him to please not make him look like an A** Hole. And I believe I broke that promise and I apologize to him.
I won't do it again.
But, now I will tell you a story that makes me look like an A** Hole.
When we moved into the house the kids next door came running through my back yard and it pissed me off. If only they had come and asked if they could play back there, that they were use to the house being unoccupied and having the run of the unfenced area. It made me angry to see them opening my jar of dead Japanese beetles and touching my stuff without permission!
I opened the door and asked those kids something to the effect of, "Do you always cut through this yard"...some old woman on the rag stuff minus the broom. (Long ago the witch on our street when we were growing up would always be outside sweeping the rocks off her drive way, my sister use to go over and kick rocks back on it!!)
I immediately felt bad and there developed tension between us.
I even felt relief when they had a huge fight out in front of their house and several days later it was evident they were breaking up and the house went on the market late summer.
I can be a world class bitch and a big A** Hole.
(I hope the medication works and soon).