"There is nothing in that house that is irreplaceable."
She wants to come over and get more of her stuff tomorrow. Stuff that is not necessarily hers. But the biggest thing was that she wanted me to either leave the house or to stay in another room and not talk to her while she got her stuff.
I called bullshit on that. It's my house. I live here, not her. Most of the stuff here is mine, not hers. I'm not going to be forced to be a good little boy and hide away and be silent if she comes over to get her stuff at some unannounced hour of the day. That is just way out of line.
Moreover, despite repeated efforts to get her to calm down and talk to me like a reasonable human being instead of screaming at me, she couldn't do anything but yell, let alone discuss things coherently and consider compromises. She ended up telling me that, fine, if I didn't want to let her get exactly what she wanted tomorrow, then I could keep it all and sell it or whatever. I don't plan to do that, and I told her as much.
"There is nothing in that house that is irreplaceable."
As much as it hurts to think about it, I'm pretty sure she means me, too.
Well, fine. I'm on my way to making myself irreplaceable, as I have been for a while now. All she had to do was be patient. But if she's not willing to remember that whole bit about wedding vows supposedly meaning something (I knew we should have written our own instead of letting our parents slap together something using bits from the internet), then fine. She wants to threaten again to file for divorce, that's fine, too. She's in for a rude awakening if she does, I think.
Fine. That's her call, if she wants.
I'll just be irreplaceable for someone else.
I called bullshit on that. It's my house. I live here, not her. Most of the stuff here is mine, not hers. I'm not going to be forced to be a good little boy and hide away and be silent if she comes over to get her stuff at some unannounced hour of the day. That is just way out of line.
Moreover, despite repeated efforts to get her to calm down and talk to me like a reasonable human being instead of screaming at me, she couldn't do anything but yell, let alone discuss things coherently and consider compromises. She ended up telling me that, fine, if I didn't want to let her get exactly what she wanted tomorrow, then I could keep it all and sell it or whatever. I don't plan to do that, and I told her as much.
"There is nothing in that house that is irreplaceable."
As much as it hurts to think about it, I'm pretty sure she means me, too.
Well, fine. I'm on my way to making myself irreplaceable, as I have been for a while now. All she had to do was be patient. But if she's not willing to remember that whole bit about wedding vows supposedly meaning something (I knew we should have written our own instead of letting our parents slap together something using bits from the internet), then fine. She wants to threaten again to file for divorce, that's fine, too. She's in for a rude awakening if she does, I think.
Fine. That's her call, if she wants.
I'll just be irreplaceable for someone else.