I am sure you would agree with this...

Ah well, maybe that little equation is true, who knows.  I am sure most men would agree it is.

So my Friday evening was going along pretty nicely with Pete, but then ended rather disappointingly.

I am not the world's best communicator.  I try, but apparently I fail more often than anything.

One thing I need a lot of, (but get very little of from anyone), is reassurance, positive reinforcement, and compliments.  I said, "I curled my hair for our date tonight..." (hoping he might say, "I like it," or "it looks very nice)." But Pete says, "Uh huh.  It looks like hair."

I sat there, at a very fancy restaurant, eating fancy food that cost way too much, mulling that sentence over in silence, unsure of what he meant by that.  Feeling like crap.

Then I try to get a "good girl" from him by explaining on the way home that my mother and I had discussed possibly going to yard sales tomorrow morning, while he's here with his mom, BUT...before I could finish with the end of the whole thing, "BUT WE DECIDED WE SHOULDN'T GO BECAUSE WE DON'T NEED ANYMORE STUFF...." he just jumped to an incorrect conclusion and bit my head off about "JEZUS YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME! I've been TELLING you we don't need anymore stuff from yard sales!"

Um.  I do listen.  That was the whole point of my story.  I thought I had done a good thing.  Guess not.
Instead of my husband feeling proud of me, or just simply saying, "Good Girl," I get yelled at, and feel totally shitty the rest of the night.

A perfectly good date night, ruined.

In fact, now that I think about it, and as I have told just about everybody I know at one time or another----no matter where I go, or what I do, it seems that everything I touch in this world eventually turns to shit.

So I'm going to bed now.

Hope you had a better Friday night than I did.

Love, Rebecca the Evil Girl.