Wednesday I texted him and asked him if he would please use the computer early in the evening, so I could have it later in the evening, because I would be home late [movie date with my daughter] and I had some stuff that I had to get done that night.
He said, yes.
So when I got home, the laptop was available, which was nice, but he was sitting at the desk where I needed to be so I could use the printer. I told him that I needed to sit there.
He was taking his time about getting his stuff and moving so I told him, this was why I had texted him that I would need to the computer when I got home, so I could just get to my stuff and get it done.
He said, well, you didn’t say you needed to use the printer and you usually just sit on the floor over there.
He’s right; I didn’t say that I needed the printer.
But this is just another example of me trying to speak up and say what I needed to say, both in the text and then when he wasn’t moving, but then him slamming it back at me.
I know this is just a little incident, but for some reason, it left me feeling like the life was being sucked out of me.