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"As I spoke about in my last post, Rex was not happy with the fact that I was not happy, which made me pretty unhappy, which made this one pretty unhappy household.  &amp;quot;I had a great Saturday. This is not how I want it to end,&amp;quot; he coldly stuttered, grabbing his business management book on the way out into the living room. Hindsight is 20/20, and what I see now as an olive branch - a chance for him to calm down before doing something he might regret - I saw then as a big fat &amp;quot;You don&amp;#039;t care about my emotions&amp;quot; smack in the face. I thought about doing what any good wife would do. I considered letting him sit in his chair while I cleaned up the dinner dishes. I wouldn&amp;#039;t push him for an apology. After all, if he already left the room once, why would he suddenly feel compelled to embrace my discontent now? I tried remembering what an amazing month we had together of walks during the day, a few dinners out, a short vacation. I honestly considered taking one for the team so we could salvage whatever we had left of the evening. But instead I told my inner Doris Day to &amp;quot;Bite Me&amp;quot; and channeled Courtney Love instead. &amp;quot;How dare you walk out on me! How rude!&amp;quot; I said. Well, kind of loudly. I was p.o.&amp;#039;d. Enter the black and white side of Rex&amp;#039;s brain as all other systems, like a computer virus message, shut down. Computer screen: &amp;quot;Danger! Danger! Spam in the form of your wife is about to enter your hard drive. Escape immediately!&amp;quot; Rex: &amp;quot;I told you I don&amp;#039;t want to ruin this evening, but if you keep going, I&amp;#039;ll walk out the door.&amp;quot; Me: &amp;quot;Rude again!&amp;quot; I was LIVID. You can&amp;#039;t just decide when you will or will not have a conversation with me!&amp;quot; Rex: &amp;quot;Last time I checked I most certainly could.&amp;quot; And then, like a pitcher throwing a line drive, he tossed out, &amp;quot;The conversation is done.&amp;quot; He got off the couch. Me: &amp;quot;Where are you going?&amp;quot; Rex: &amp;quot;For a drive - to work - any place but here.&amp;quot; He grabbed his keys and headed for the door. Me: &amp;quot;You most certainly will not!&amp;quot; Rex: &amp;quot;How come? Because you still think you&amp;#039;re in charge of me?&amp;quot; Me: &amp;quot;No. Because you&amp;#039;re still wearing your pajamas.&amp;quot; "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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