Well, we went to church, but ended up coming home because we were late and wouldn't have been able to find seats. So we stop off at the grocery store, me, H, the kids, and my nephew. My H often walks really fast, and he's a lot bigger than me so I asked him to slow down. He did. Well we were heading to look at something, and he pointed out we need some fluid for the car. As I recall, he said, "We need power steering fluid, it's back there." We were walking together, and I seen some sheets that we really like on sale. So I called his name to point them out to him. He doesn't say anything, just keeps walking. I called his name about 5 more times, progressively louder (not shouting) but he wouldn't respond. So I say, forget it. Go back and get the fluid. I put it in the cart, than he asks "What were you trying to tell me now?" I don't respond. He asks like 5 times, and I don't say nothing.
Later on, we're heading someplace and he starts walking fast again. He zooms down one aisle, than turns the corner. I can't see where he went and I am agitated at this point already, and I refuse to play the "chase" game. I go about looking at the stuff I want to look at and say forget him. After a while, I have to go looking, because my daughter and nephew are getting impatient (the other two were with him in the cart). I find him, and I'm irritated. I tell him he needs to quit playing little games in the store, I'm sick of that garbage. He denies doing it intentionally, saying he wasn't trying to hide, he was just walked fast down the one aisle than normal after that. Whatever. I let it go.
We're leaving and once again he is being a snotty. He's going out the wrong door, and me and my newphew are trying to call to him and he is ignoring us. When we finally yell that he's going out the wrong door, he first says that it doesn't matter, we'll just have to walk 50 feet or whatever and that he didn't hear us the first time. My gut says "not true," but anyway. Because we go out the wrong door, and parked at the back of the parking lot, we all get Discombobulated and can't find the car as easily. It's cold, and my grouchiness increases. He points out to the kids I'm being a "grouch"....and I tell him I am because he's being rude. And so starts the argument.
We argue the whole way towards home, him denying he intentionally walked away fast (checking with the kids that were with him, they didn't think he was either...he walked fast for as far as he said he did) me saying he was playing his games. And I bring up the ignoring thing. He said that he ignored me because I ignored him but not responding when he said get the fluid. I say you didn't ask me, you just said we needed it. I specifically called your name over and over, and you didn't say anything back. He said that was payback for how I ignored him. I say he's being so passive agressive it isn't funny. Now we're yelling and throwing in f-bombs at this point. He tells me I should have listened to him and I yell I'm not his slave I don't have to do what he tells me, he can ask me!" He says something else, and I repeat the previous statement. He jams on the car breaks, going from like 20-0 in about 10 feet. He turns around (I was in the back with my kids because my nephew can't fit back with them) and says "You're not going to talk to me like that." I tell him what is wrong with you slamming on the breaks like that with the kids in the car, get out." He does. About 5 miles from home. He made it home, was "cooled off" and "not angry" anymore. I apologized for not responding how I really feel I should have, which would have been to at least acknowledge how he felt ("sorry if you felt I was ignoring you because that wasn't my intention." I just wanted to get his attention to look at the sheets before we passed them and I forgot about them.) He said sorry for getting mad.
So that was my Sunday....

Later on, we're heading someplace and he starts walking fast again. He zooms down one aisle, than turns the corner. I can't see where he went and I am agitated at this point already, and I refuse to play the "chase" game. I go about looking at the stuff I want to look at and say forget him. After a while, I have to go looking, because my daughter and nephew are getting impatient (the other two were with him in the cart). I find him, and I'm irritated. I tell him he needs to quit playing little games in the store, I'm sick of that garbage. He denies doing it intentionally, saying he wasn't trying to hide, he was just walked fast down the one aisle than normal after that. Whatever. I let it go.
We're leaving and once again he is being a snotty. He's going out the wrong door, and me and my newphew are trying to call to him and he is ignoring us. When we finally yell that he's going out the wrong door, he first says that it doesn't matter, we'll just have to walk 50 feet or whatever and that he didn't hear us the first time. My gut says "not true," but anyway. Because we go out the wrong door, and parked at the back of the parking lot, we all get Discombobulated and can't find the car as easily. It's cold, and my grouchiness increases. He points out to the kids I'm being a "grouch"....and I tell him I am because he's being rude. And so starts the argument.
We argue the whole way towards home, him denying he intentionally walked away fast (checking with the kids that were with him, they didn't think he was either...he walked fast for as far as he said he did) me saying he was playing his games. And I bring up the ignoring thing. He said that he ignored me because I ignored him but not responding when he said get the fluid. I say you didn't ask me, you just said we needed it. I specifically called your name over and over, and you didn't say anything back. He said that was payback for how I ignored him. I say he's being so passive agressive it isn't funny. Now we're yelling and throwing in f-bombs at this point. He tells me I should have listened to him and I yell I'm not his slave I don't have to do what he tells me, he can ask me!" He says something else, and I repeat the previous statement. He jams on the car breaks, going from like 20-0 in about 10 feet. He turns around (I was in the back with my kids because my nephew can't fit back with them) and says "You're not going to talk to me like that." I tell him what is wrong with you slamming on the breaks like that with the kids in the car, get out." He does. About 5 miles from home. He made it home, was "cooled off" and "not angry" anymore. I apologized for not responding how I really feel I should have, which would have been to at least acknowledge how he felt ("sorry if you felt I was ignoring you because that wasn't my intention." I just wanted to get his attention to look at the sheets before we passed them and I forgot about them.) He said sorry for getting mad.
So that was my Sunday....