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Fairytales for a Practical Princess - 2008-11-30
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11:33 a.m. - 2004-06-13
Yesterday was a wild mix of good, scary, fun and a lot of talk. The scary wasn’t mine, but just hearing about Bobbi and Jack’s accident gave me the shivers. All concerned walked away without a scratch. This though the accident involved a tour bus, a truck with no brakes, a 2 storey drop-off, and a trailer full of mules. I know how it sounds. Like there should be a punchline. True story, though. Bobbi and Jack were towing the mule trailer with the truck. They were bringing the mules to the racetrack in Podunkville. (The mules weren’t racing, of course. They were to be part of a parade of all sorts of horses and horse-related critters.) Anyhow, the truck’s brakes failed. The truck ran into the tour bus. At relatively low speed. But still! Nobody went over the drop-off either, but it was a near thing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I got this far and made a dumb mistake. I read it to Mike. Oh, he liked it just fine. Here’s where the mistake comes in. After I read it I was telling him how his sister had given me a compliment about my storytelling skill. He cut me off mid-sentence and made a lame joke. Mike makes ‘jokes’ of everything I say. If he bothers to reply at all I can count on getting smacked down with one of his ‘jokes’. I’ve asked him not to do that. Kidding around is one thing, but if I’m trying to talk about something important to please listen and not shut me down with his dismissive humor. I’ve asked him and asked him and asked him and asked him and asked him and asked him and asked him and asked him to stop. His way of making sport of my important stuff makes me feel like shit. It makes me feel like nothing I say is worth hearing. Like I’m not worthy of being heard and responded to with respect. It’s really rude what he does and it cuts to the bone. When I object to being the butt of his ‘humor’ he tells me to lighten up. He was being funny and I am a sour bitch who doesn’t appreciate his wit. I swear to God. So this morning when he smacked me down I said quietly, “Sorry. Silly me to want to talk about something that made me feel happy and proud.” He goes all nasty and sarcastic and sneers, “Oh grow up! I’m supposed be serious about the way you natter on? Can’t even make a joke, huh?” Then he slammed out the door and left. The thing that REALLY kills me is he is the biggest fucking hypocrite in the world. If I dare make a joke of what HE says he gets furious with me. Goes all stiff and cold. I’m not taking him seriously! How DARE I? Don’t I know every syllable from his lips should be treasured like the rubies they are? I was so happy this morning and he stomped me flat. Not only dismissing what I had to say originally, but making me out to be some kind of demanding harpy because I asked for his attention and dared find fault with his shitty rudeness. I just can’t stand it. My whole good mood is broken and I feel like crap again. I get to sit here all day crying and near to strangling on my frustration. If I bring it up when he gets home I’m in for a verbal slice-n-dice that will make me bleed inside for days. All I wanted was to finish a sentence. He couldn’t even do that. Couldn’t get over himself long enough to let me finish a goddamn sentence. ~LA
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