The husband tries to make astute observations. Like … he is with it or something. He makes shit up.
Him: “It must be getting warmer outside because it’s getting warmer in here.”
(It’s going to be super hot here today)
Me: (glances at thermostat) “No, it’s not. It’s exactly the same temperature in here as when I came downstairs this morning.”
Him: raises his eyebrows at me AS IF I AM THE ONE MAKING SHIT UP. “It is???” (Condescending tone)
Me: “Yes. (Pause for effect) It is. (With emphasis) The A/C is set and working.”
Redrum
I’m off of antidepressants for 2 days now and feeling more critical than usual. Giving running commentary on the television propaganda advertising. He hates that. His annoyance with my astute observations gives me sadistic joy
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