It is not hard to admit that relationships are tough. And great and all that. But sometimes tough.
I woke up this morning in my lady room, rolled over and remembered. I was doing “No Speakies”. No Speakies is a classic passive aggressive attempt to make a point after words were spoken last night. Harsh words. Littered with adjectives such as psycho, moron and tosser.
I waited until I heard Mr Woog leave for work before I got up. I went about my usual mundane morning routine and noticed the absence of my morning coffee. Another sign that all was not well in the Woog residence. And I made a vow to continue “No Speakies” for like…. well…… FOREVER!
Secretly I think Mr Woog enjoys a bit of “No Speakies.”
And then I projected forward 8 hours and how exhausting and boring it is so I picked up the phone and called Mr Woog at work. He did not answer. I got angrier and texted him “Stop being a baby and answer the phone.” And then to prove a point (the psycho point) I put the phone on redial until he picked up.
I am that mature.
And we worked out our shit in less that 60 seconds, wished each other a good day and hung up the phone.
So now back to Speakies.
Fuck it exhausting sometimes.
