The other night, I came home in a snit.
While I was walking Monty, a woman yelled at me (both in English and what I think is Russian) for letting Monty poop on her neighbour's front yard. Even though I had a baggy and I cleaned the poop up (I held it up so she could see) she was furious at me. So, naturally, I was furious at her. I was being a responsible dog owner! It wasn't even her yard! I left no trace of doody behind!! I yelled mean things at her in my head the entire way home.
I stormed into the house and, upon seeing The Guy, launched into a self-righteous account of the injustice that was bestowed upon myself and the innocent pooper, Montel. I told him I had been unfairly yelled at and waited for his response. Instead of giving me what I was looking for, he nodded in agreement -- as though he agreed the other woman had every right to be angry.
Suddenly, I was no longer angry at the strange neighbour lady.
The response I was looking for was "That b*tch!! Want me to poop on her lawn for you?" So, imagine my disappointment when I got no sympathy at all. I knew from the moment my anger shifted from the unknown lady to The Guy that I was being ridiculous and likely even childish, but that made no difference to me.
I stood -- mouth agape -- and stared at The Guy waiting for him to realize what I was looking for. Nothing. So, I stomped into the bedroom. From there, I stomped into the bathroom and into the shower. The entire time I showered, I muttered to myself about the lack of response I received. I stomped into the living room in my pajamas and proceeded to sit at the other end of the couch.
I believe I might have "harrumphed".
The Guy seemed to notice something was amiss as -- while I was blatantly pretending to ignore him -- I snuck peeks at him from the corner of my eye to see he was doing the same. Finally he asked "Are you okay?"
"I'm FINE." I said. Then I realized I had to at least explain why I was being pissy. "When I come in and am mad about something, I need for your utter agreement that I was wrongly done by. Only after that do I want you to be reasonable."*
Yes, even hearing it sounds stupid. I do not care. This is what I want. First, call whomever has wronged me horrible names. Offer to disperse inappropriate justice on my behalf. Then, and ONLY then, show me the other side of the argument so I can see the folly of my ways. Or, at least, the hag's point of view.
The Guy sat in silence after my sputtering directions. I imagine he spent his silence contemplating what on earth I was talking about. Knowing I had done all I could to prepare him for the next time, (and there will be a next time) I decided I could ease up a bit and sit closer to him on the couch.
Maintaining a relationship is HARD.
*This is a general summary of what I said. Part of my self-righteous snits is that I rarely remember what was actually said.