Sunday, August 15, 2010
On the road again
When night time came and everyone had settled, I called hubby and told him that mom and dad were glad we were there and wanted to know how come he didn't make the ride over for just one night. I was in a good mood until hubby gave the answer that he did. He said, "you act like you didn't want me to come." I was like, "what?" I didn't want him to come? What kind of tomfoolery is that? I almost didn't respond. I said, "how come I acted like I didn't want you to come?" He said, "You didn't ask me if I wanted to go." I paused because I'm thinking if I've told you that I'm going over to see my mother, you can say that you were going to. You mean to tell me that I have to ask a grown man if he wants to go with me? Huh???
He asked, "Are you still there?" I said I was still there but he confused me saying I didn't ask him to go. So I asked hubby on the phone, "So you really wanted to come but then said you weren't coming because of things you had to do?" I told him he sounded like a child and that I wasn't going to sit and talk on the phone about this non-sense and that I would see him on the next day when I got home. He said he didn't mean to upset me. I told him it was too late for that already. We said good night to each other and then got off the phone.
After I got off the phone, I still kept thinking about that. I said to myself that whenever he goes to the grocery store, how come he don't have to ask me if I want to go, heck if I want to go, I just grab my purse and say that I am going to. If he don't want me to go, then just say he don't want me to go with him. Maybe I see things differently, but asking him if he wanted to go just didn't make no sense at all to me.