I paid the money to sign up for my cake decorating class at our local craft store, and bought the kit. I put the classes in my calendar, and I put an alarm on them so my phone would remind me.
And on Friday, I got busy with work and with picking up costumes from my mother’s house (bless her for helping me fix them) and got stuck in traffic and realized I forgot my kit at home. And by the time I got home, I was going to be over half an hour late and I HATE being late for anything. So I decided not to go, because I didn’t want to be the kid who walks in late and looks like a douche.
When I told this to the Man, he said, “Go. Get in the car and go.” At this point, I was already feeling shitty and guilty, and I yelled at him “I’M. NOT. GOING.”
I’ve never outright yelled at him in the three years we’ve been together. Gotten snippy, sure, but this was balls-out shouting. He sat there and stared at me for a few seconds, then got up and walked out of the room. I went downstairs and did the dishes, pissed at him for bugging me and pissed at myself for reacting the way I did. As I washed, I got less pissed at him and more pissed at me, and when I was done, I went back upstairs and said, “I’m an asshole. You didn’t deserve that. I’m sorry.”
He hugged me and accepted my apology. I am very grateful that he didn’t yell back, because that would have just escalated. I think he knew it, too. I’m glad that one of us can be intelligent right now, because my brain and body are too worn down to do so at this point.
Later that night, when I found my phone, I had voicemail from the lady who teaches the class – apparently only ONE person showed up that night. I suppose that makes me feel like even more of a douche, but I’m also sort of relieved that I’m not the only one. She cancelled the class that night, so I’m hoping that she’ll teach us the Lesson 1 material next week, since that will be our first class meeting.
All in all, it turned out okay. I am looking forward to next week’s class.