Days are Numbered

1. Comes in my room on a weekend morning around 5am. He wakes me about halfway up and I roll over towards him and my knee touches his leg. About 30 seconds later he grumbled something and leaves. Later he accuses me of kicking him out of bed and also says “it’s not like you rolled your butt towards me”. What?! I said “so I rolled Towards you and that’s kicking you out?!”. He mumbled but had no explanation.

2. Saturday night my girl went to homecoming. I went to bed at 1030 but the dogs woke me several times. My daughter texted at 1am asking me to pick her up in a bit. Picked her up at 145 and got home after 2. I took half a sleeping pill as I needed a solid rest. So I slept late. My husband opened my door at 630. Stared at me then closed it quietly. He does this all the time - it’s unsettling at times. Opens my door again at 825 and says “what did you do stay up all night on your phone?”. No good morning. Always wants me to defend myself. No.

3. Sunday night. Not really in the mood for sex but go along so he won’t get mad. We had messed around the night before and neither one of us finished (did it the night before that too). So after an hour I was tired and told him I just wasn’t going to get there. We laid there for a bit. I put my hand on his arm. Then he said he’d go to his room. I told him to stay and sleep with me. He said I’d kick him out later anyways. Shake my head. I laid there. He put on his underwear. Then sat there and I reiterated he could sleep with me. The he said “why do u feel like you’re going to be on your phone the minute I leave”. So I replied “ok now you can fuckin leave and go to your room. You don’t know me at all”. So he went to his room. Comes back 5 minutes later and sits on my bed and starts in on how the only time I enjoy sex with him is when I’ve been drinking and at that point it could be anybody and doesn’t matter if it’s him. I reminded him of last week when we did it on a Wednesday straight. He said no I had drank. Which is wrong I hadn’t but he fashions it to suit his insecurities. And insult me backhandedly about doing anybody. I remind him that he never gets off with me - I always have to work a 45 minute hand job after we do it and even that hasn’t worked the last couple times. He says that’s not true, not always. Whatever. I don’t argue or defend . It’s too ridiculous.

4. Comes inside to get Dakota keys and they aren’t on the key peg. Says (not necessarily to me) “where the fuck are my keys”. Starts going off about people using his shit and don’t touch his shit. Says the key was taken off his key ring. I’m like I haven’t seen it. Did you look in the truck. Well this sets him off he starts ranting at me. I’m like “I didn’t touch your keys!”. He replies that I’m always touching his shit and “you did something fucking with them” . I’m like no I didn’t! Why the fuck would I do anything with the key? What purpose would anyone have for taking the key off the ring? That truck hasn’t even run!”. He says well he thinks I fuckin did something with it and I’m always touching his shit”. He rants on like this for a couple minutes. Also saying he’s gonna be like everyone else and not know anything “ I don’t know (think parody voice)”. Repeats it a couple times.I finally yell at him i didn’t touch your keys you dick” . End of that. He went outside to his shop. My daughter gets home and I ask her if she did anything with his key and she says yeah - last time she drove it she brought the keys in and put them in her room and kept forgetting to bring them out and hang back up. So I take the keys out to him and tell him she had them and he owed me an apology for accusing me of lying. He says “I never said you were lying”. After some back and forth his viewpoint was that he didn’t use the word “lying”. So saying he thinks I did something with his key after I said I hadn’t touched it isn’t saying I’m lying haha. I point it out. The he insincerely says since it’s such a big deal sorry. I said whatever and walked away. Abnormal sob he is. Later he comes in and apologizes all nice. Whatever. I’m not into the fight.