Not that worried

So the majority of today was spent playing mediator between a stupid 18-year-old girl and a grown ass man 18 years older than I am. It was a pain in the ass, and I’ve about reached the limit of my patience on it, and you all will get to read the full rant on it soon enough (lucky you).

Luckily, I have Kazander, who certainly has moments where he shines. We had our own tense moment earlier today regarding my dipshit mother and psychotic sister (which you all will get to read about soon enough, you’re so lucky), but the drama here went down and he immediately let go of his anger at me and became the very epitome of the supportive husband.

When the situation first became a situation, he had asked me if I could run point because I’m the more level-headed of us, because I can shut my emotions off and keep people from getting angrier, because I’m the only one we’re 100% sure he won’t hit, and because I can take a hit if we happen to be wrong.

So he had my back and helped me calm down the grown ass man, I explained to said man (again), using very small words, that I’m not putting up with this shit, and made it clear that, while I love and adore him, the moment he puts hands on either of the stupid fucking teenagers living in my house, he will no longer be welcome in my house.

It was fun. It was great. And I swear, one of these days, I’m going to throw the tantrum and act like a child, and someone else is going to have to play the responsible grownup. I’m 11 years younger than the youngest of them. I should not have to be the grownup in every damn situation.

I think I’ve earned the right to lose my shit and act like a child.

So once everything got calmed down, I was still annoyed and irritated. And Kazander is great at helping me relax and not think about it. This little gem happened tonight, that finally got me laughing.

Kazander: My stomach hurts. I think I’m constipated.

Me: You might be. I can pick you up some fiber supplements tomorrow and tweak your diet a bit. That’ll help.

K: That’s why I drank the tequila.

Me: That is not the same thing.

K: It always works for me. It should work tomorrow. I’ll even take a picture of it and send it to you so you know I’m okay.

Me: No. No, that’s not necessary. Like, at all.

K: What? I know you worry. I’m just trying to be helpful.

Me: I’m not that worried.

2 thoughts on “Not that worried

  1. And I swear, one of these days, I’m going to throw the tantrum and act like a child, and someone else is going to have to play the responsible grownup. … I should not have to be the grownup in every damn situation.

    I think I’ve earned the right to lose my shit and act like a child.

    YES!!! And when I have my tantrum, I’m also going to throw things because, dammit, I too, deserve it for being all responsible and junk.

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