Thanks I really am trying... I mean, usually I just bite my tongue and move on to keep the peace, but sometimes I just cannot help myself. This is a real exchange we had the other night.
I had just gotten home... he had asked me to pick up a grinder from a place to which he gave me the wrong name... once I discovered it, I went to the right place... no big deal. (I mention this only so you realize he does plenty of things that COULD piss me of, but I choose not to make a big fuss about things like that). So we get home, and he divides up the grinder between me, my oldest and himself (it is a huge grinder). My 10 year old daughter, who had dinner at the rink said to me, mommy, can I try a piece (we never got a grinder from this place before). So I said 'sure'. I headed to the kitchen to cut her a couple bites of mine. My husband butts in:
Him: I'll give her some of mine.
Me: Ok.. she had dinner at the rink, she really just wants to taste it. (I only say this so he realizes a very small bit is all that is required).
Him: (in a very pissed off tone) Why the hell doesn't anyone tell me these things or EVER communicate these things to me... what the hell? (now he is being pissy about cutting her a piece).
Me: (now I admit a pissy tone, I couldn't BELIEVE this was an issue.. really) I AM communicating it to you, right now, what was I supposed to do, send you a letter?
Him: WHY are you yelling at me?
Me: Because I cannot for the life of me figure out WHAT your problem is and WHAT I was exactly supposed to be communicating about the grinder.
Him: Just stick it. (sits down in a huff).