I'm terribly sick, but he still cares only about if I please him or not . . . !
How duh can he be?
I was feeling nauseous and giddy at midnite. I had vomitted twice. My response was slow and I was feeling terrible. First, he scolded me for not agreeing to go to the doctor. Whatever, I was so uncomfortable that I probably was not thinking straight. Any comforting and doting words? No! Just nagging and scolding.
Finally, we were on the way to the doc. He asked if I had urgent work to do the next day. I forgot what I had mumbled, he had forgotten what I had mumbled too. But it didn't matter. He was simply so biased that he started scolding me regardless of what my answer was. I had to say sorry and answer his questions immediately and precisely . . . at the same moment when I was feeling horribly uncomfortable. He scolded. He reallyl scolded at the top of his voice. Damn him!
When we reached the clinic, he was still nagging at me. I registered for a number and waited for my turn. What did he do? He sat beside me and continued nagging and scolding about me not answering his question directly, about me avoiding his question, about my bad attitude and that it didn't matter if I was sick, I should have answered his simple question.
What an asshole!!!!
After seeing the doc, I waited for my medicine and started tearing. It was then did he softly asked me why I was crying. I told him it was not long ago did I mentioned that when I am happy, I have to look at his mood, when I'm not happy, I have to look at his mood, and then, even when I was terribly sick, I still had to look at his mood, does he mean that when I am at my last breath, I still have to look at his mood. Did he care about if I was mumbling? Did he care about why I was mumbling? No! He only cared about if I answered his question directly and quickly, and if my answer suited him. He apologized about not being sensitive. I told him it was his failure to control his temper that he become insensitive.
What a husband!!!!!!
Then in the afternoon, I was doing my work while he was asleep. I then went to wake him up. After he woke up, I said I was feeling bloated. He suggested to take the 'ru yi you' to rub. I said OK. He went off to the study room to get the oil. The next moment when he was back, he was nagging at why I did not on the air-con in the study room. I said I had the fan on, which was enough for me. He sat on the bed, and repeated that I should have on the air-con. Within a minute, he had changed a face and started to talk in a harsh tone on why I have no common sense to on the air-con when I had the window closed, although the fan was on, it was not enough. I grew irritated. What was his problem? He was sleeping in the bedroom, does he need to care what I was doing in the study room? Does he need to dictate if I feel stuffy, or I feel cold, or I feel OK in the study room, when he was sleeping like a log in the bedroom? So I said sorry, took the remote control and on the air-con in the study room. I sat down at my table, brewing my anger and swallowing it at the same time. He called me after a minute, demanding me to go back to the bedroom. OK, fine! I went back, he began scolding me for taking so long to on the air-con.
I was feeling nauseous and giddy at midnite. I had vomitted twice. My response was slow and I was feeling terrible. First, he scolded me for not agreeing to go to the doctor. Whatever, I was so uncomfortable that I probably was not thinking straight. Any comforting and doting words? No! Just nagging and scolding.
Finally, we were on the way to the doc. He asked if I had urgent work to do the next day. I forgot what I had mumbled, he had forgotten what I had mumbled too. But it didn't matter. He was simply so biased that he started scolding me regardless of what my answer was. I had to say sorry and answer his questions immediately and precisely . . . at the same moment when I was feeling horribly uncomfortable. He scolded. He reallyl scolded at the top of his voice. Damn him!
When we reached the clinic, he was still nagging at me. I registered for a number and waited for my turn. What did he do? He sat beside me and continued nagging and scolding about me not answering his question directly, about me avoiding his question, about my bad attitude and that it didn't matter if I was sick, I should have answered his simple question.
What an asshole!!!!
After seeing the doc, I waited for my medicine and started tearing. It was then did he softly asked me why I was crying. I told him it was not long ago did I mentioned that when I am happy, I have to look at his mood, when I'm not happy, I have to look at his mood, and then, even when I was terribly sick, I still had to look at his mood, does he mean that when I am at my last breath, I still have to look at his mood. Did he care about if I was mumbling? Did he care about why I was mumbling? No! He only cared about if I answered his question directly and quickly, and if my answer suited him. He apologized about not being sensitive. I told him it was his failure to control his temper that he become insensitive.
What a husband!!!!!!
Then in the afternoon, I was doing my work while he was asleep. I then went to wake him up. After he woke up, I said I was feeling bloated. He suggested to take the 'ru yi you' to rub. I said OK. He went off to the study room to get the oil. The next moment when he was back, he was nagging at why I did not on the air-con in the study room. I said I had the fan on, which was enough for me. He sat on the bed, and repeated that I should have on the air-con. Within a minute, he had changed a face and started to talk in a harsh tone on why I have no common sense to on the air-con when I had the window closed, although the fan was on, it was not enough. I grew irritated. What was his problem? He was sleeping in the bedroom, does he need to care what I was doing in the study room? Does he need to dictate if I feel stuffy, or I feel cold, or I feel OK in the study room, when he was sleeping like a log in the bedroom? So I said sorry, took the remote control and on the air-con in the study room. I sat down at my table, brewing my anger and swallowing it at the same time. He called me after a minute, demanding me to go back to the bedroom. OK, fine! I went back, he began scolding me for taking so long to on the air-con.
I couldn't remember how it ended. I just remembered I was so damn frustrated. I was sick, I did not like the air-con, but, he had scolded me when I was not feeling well, and ordered me to make the room as like what he would like it if he was there. So he doesn't really care if I feel cold, or I prefer the fan, or I don't feel well. ALL HE CARE ABOUT IS HOW HE WANTS THINGS TO BE, EVEN WHEN HE WAS NOT PHYSICALLY THERE, SORRY, YOU GOTTA DO WHAT HE LIKES IF HE WAS THERE!
So much for taking care of his sick wife!!!
posted by Caller From The Falls at 8:49 AM
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