I am going out of my mind. I’ve said to him that if everyone who left the church had their houses burned down, there would be a heckuvalot more homeless people. Sometimes that will calm him down, and other times he’ll continue to argue.
Here’s what’s happened in the last four months:
- He got a nasty cold. No big deal, except that he so rarely gets sick that to him it’s a huge deal.
- After the cold went mostly away, he had lingering sinus issues.
- He got a really bad case of food poisoning.
- Our oldest dog died.
- Our house burned down. (Okay, not literally down, as in to the ground, because if you just drive by you wouldn’t know anything had happened. But all of the interior and the roof and rafters have to be gutted and rewired, rebuilt, etc.)
- The manager at the hotel we’re staying at until Friday, when we move into an apartment for the duration, has been extremely nasty.
So yeah, a really sucktastic period for him. But I still don’t believe in the cause and effect correlation. I don’t believe all these things happened because I left the church. Here’s why:
- Colds happen to people all over the place all the time.
- When colds mostly go away, it’s possible to develop bronchitis or have lingering sinus issues.
- If you eat food that has something toxic, you get food poisoning. He was in another state, and ate some Chinese food that had chicken in it, so I’m assuming it was from that. Chicken’s tricky if you don’t use proper methods of preparation and cooking.
- Our dog was old and tired. It was just her time. It doesn’t make it any easier, but there it is.
- Our house was built in 1954, and at some point someone put a fuse (I think that’s what it is–I’m not a mechanical/electrical type of person) that was 100 whatevers instead of the 50 whatevers it should have been. There have been extremely high temperatures here this summer, so there was a lot of drain on the air conditioners and electricity demands. And I don’t know what else happened, but the result was a house fire.
- The manager at the hotel is an asshole. There are people who are lovely to work with. There are people who are ignorant and hard to deal with. There are assholes. That’s just part of life.
So I’m trying not to let all his negativity get to me. When he tells me not to drink coffee or wine, I tell him that I’m an adult and will drink whatever I feel like drinking.