Seriously. I'm interrupting my happy Christmas trees and Countdown to Christmas to swing into negativity.
This just happened and I'm sure that I'll regret posting this later. But its my journal.
Its 9:07 a.m. My appointment with the therapist is at 10 a.m.
Ian told me 10 minutes ago that he doesn't want me to go. That he thought I was bluffing when I said I wanted to go.
He said that he thinks I was using therapy as a bargaining chip to get him to agree to have another baby.
What the fuck am I supposed to say to that? What an ass. I'm pissed, I'm hurt. I can't believe I'm married to this man that resents the decisions that I make. This man that sees me as less than he is.
He's agreed to have another baby. (In a very adult way, not snarky or shitty) Now he thinks that I don't need to go to therapy and that I should cancel an hour before. Never mind that I've had the appointment for 10 days. Never mind that I've been talking about this for a month. Nope, he wants to assert his power and pull the plug this morning. Oh well. He doesn't get to.