I ask if he’s mad at me bc he’s being short with me and instead of talking to me, he laughs and says condescendingly “I’m not going to criticize.” Like wtf does that mean? Anyway it was a cherry on a shit sundae and I’m ready to be done with today. Thank you for coming to my vent.

I sat and messed with the camera a little bit longer (I got distracted, totally my fault) when my husband come stomping down the stairs saying I offered dinner half and hour ago I thought we were going to eat. I apologize and get started. After that he’s so short with me.

I wake up and start cleaning the kitchen which i hate doing but it has to be done. Then i remember my lens was delivered so i start to mess around with it for a bit. I absentmindedly asked my husband if he wants dinner and he says yes. I say ok I’ll get started, knowing it won’t take long to prepare

As I’m driving home I vent to my husband about how I felt disrespected by the head of our department (which is normal) and i had to endure a lecture about defending myself. I come home and it’s more of the same. I just went to sleep bc it was the last thing I needed.

It’s so different now. They took it down to fuck it up.