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Ended up yelling at my girlfriend again.
Minutes ago we were sitting around watching Sunday night programming together and I had baked some cookies. While eating one I kinda started choking a bit, like it went down the wrong pipe or something, and after I manage to get myself under control, she says, "Almost choked on a cookie didn't ya?"
What the hell kind of a response is that?! I want a "hey are you okay?" or "take a sip of water", but she said it in this smart aleck way, as if I were wolfing them down (I wasn't) and got what was coming to me. So I yelled at her I guess, I said something like, "you know if you were choking I wouldn't say something smart to you". She then goes on to tell me that I yell at her at least once a day, which is bs.
Last night while out at a bar with her, feeling anxious and depressed and thinking about Iraq, she casually leans over and kills this gnat that was on my bar napkin. I felt like sobbing. I know its stupid, but the gnat wasn't doing anything, wasn't bothering me or her or anything, it was just sitting there. I know its hypocritical, I just think that if something is going to be killed, there should be a good reason behind it (like hunting for food or shooting a rapist). God it depressed me. I couldn't help but flip out and say, "what the hell?!"
She told me that I yell at her all the time, and that I always make her feel sad when she is at her happiest. Maybe I do, hell if I know.
I'm just getting really sick of this. I'd rather be alone than deal with this.
Minutes ago we were sitting around watching Sunday night programming together and I had baked some cookies. While eating one I kinda started choking a bit, like it went down the wrong pipe or something, and after I manage to get myself under control, she says, "Almost choked on a cookie didn't ya?"
What the hell kind of a response is that?! I want a "hey are you okay?" or "take a sip of water", but she said it in this smart aleck way, as if I were wolfing them down (I wasn't) and got what was coming to me. So I yelled at her I guess, I said something like, "you know if you were choking I wouldn't say something smart to you". She then goes on to tell me that I yell at her at least once a day, which is bs.
Last night while out at a bar with her, feeling anxious and depressed and thinking about Iraq, she casually leans over and kills this gnat that was on my bar napkin. I felt like sobbing. I know its stupid, but the gnat wasn't doing anything, wasn't bothering me or her or anything, it was just sitting there. I know its hypocritical, I just think that if something is going to be killed, there should be a good reason behind it (like hunting for food or shooting a rapist). God it depressed me. I couldn't help but flip out and say, "what the hell?!"
She told me that I yell at her all the time, and that I always make her feel sad when she is at her happiest. Maybe I do, hell if I know.
I'm just getting really sick of this. I'd rather be alone than deal with this.