Tantrum on Hold

I think sometimes as a Marine wife you feel second.  It’s really not that my husband makes me so much feel that way as I do.  He does an incredible job of being home as early as possible (which is typically about 7 pm on most nights); he tries to not take phone calls in the middle of Paranormal Activity 3 like he had to do Friday night because some kid is on suicide watch; he really limits his surprise dog searches at 3 am on random nights to reduce/eliminate drugs and alcohol in the brigs where his Marines reside.  But…there it is again…that blasted word…but he has to.  Therefore, there are times when I do begin to feel a little, shall I say, miffed. 

Yes, I know, I sound like a child in some ways, but I really don’t feel this way too often.  Yesterday, though, I did.  And not only did I sound like a child.  I acted like one.  Who was having a tantrum.  O yes.  I’m admitting this.  See?  Women can say they are wrong!  But can a man?  We shall see…

So it started like this: I reeeeeeaaaalllllly needed to buy our plane tickets back to Texas for Christmas because I had heard on the radio last week that seats are limited this year due to fewer flights.  So I asked my husband this weekend about dates and yaddy yaddy yaa…we decided because I had more days off than him I would spend a few days with my mommasita while he came on back with the ol’ pooch hounder and, yes, you guessed it, to visit some Marines.  ***Side bar*** I am really proud of how much he is dedicated to these younger guys who can’t afford to fly home.  My husband is a pretty stand up feller if I do say so myself.  Most of the time…***End Side bar*** So back to the story.  Well, I had put some days on hold that I thought would work and I gave him a call on his cell.  I rattled the dates off and HE SAID OK!!!!!  I SWEAR ON MY LIFE HE DID!!!!  So I bought the things and was pretty well pleased at the deal I had caught on those tickets too! I had the itineraries sent to his emails as well.  I swear to God, it wasn’t a half an hour and I get the meanest gosh darn text message about how I screwed up and now he has to take leave and it’s just a WASTED day so we might as well have just left earlier!  WHAT!?!?  EXXXXCCCUUUUSEEE ME?  Did we NOT just have a conversation confirming the dates that were A-OK? 

So, needless to say I was a little upset and hurt (I had looked forever for those good prices, so yes, I was hurt) and I sent him a text back asking why the meanness.  Well, dear friends, let’s just say, text fighting=not good ending.  It was on like donkey kong from there.  I figured I would text he was being a jerk.  He texted I was behaving like a child that was calling names.  That pissed me off so I called him.  And called him. And called him.  Yep.  Not proud of this, but I knew it would annoy him if I called him over and over. 

Now, you are all probably wondering why I was so upset and annoyed and wanted to be this giant turd but I felt like I was being slighted.  The reason he was so upset about the dates was because he didn’t want to take leave from work.  Um, like I so sweetly asked him last night when he got home and we made up, but isn’t that what it’s for?  Duh. 

Apparently not. 

Well, the story only gets worse.  Proceeding to dial my better half’s cell 13 times repeatedly ticked him off enough to turn the thing off.  O he thinks he’s smart huh?  Can’t get rid of me that easily.  You do have an office number…with caller I.D.  Damn it.  But wait…

One. More. Option. 

Main office number!  Yahtzee! 

So, this young lady answers and I identify myself as the commanding officer’s wife, could I please speak with him.  And by God if I didn’t hear him say this to her, “Tell her I’m in a meeting.”  He’s freaking standing right there!  O. So. Angry.  She relays her message.

Now, this is where I take acting like a child to a WHOLE other level. 

“Tell him it’s an emergency.” 

Yes, I know you are all feeling very sorry for my husband to be married to such an insane, immature person and honestly, I did too after I shamed myself further by simply telling him how pissed I was he wasn’t answering, he said I embarrassed him, I hung up.  Bad.  Just bad all the way around. 

But you know, I began wondering why I was so upset and did call him so many times, and I realized I was feeling put below the Marines.  It’s funny how in life, we will do the most ridiculous, sometimes really not nice things, because we feel like someone isn’t being nice to us.  Really worked out well for me, huh? 

BUT…there is a silver lining to this story.  I got my dear, sweet husband to FINALLY tell me the truth!  You see, he claimed he DID say A-Ok to those original dates as I SWORE he did earlier.  Last night, when we were about to have dinner and trying to finalize the making up from our little tussle I again SWORE he said A-Ok.  Do you know what he said?  “I wasn’t really listening to you.” 

BAM!  That’s all!