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Love is dealing with my tantrums

February 19, 2010

I threw a temper tantrum last night.

A yelling, crying, clothes thrown on the floor, punching, kicking, whining tantrum.

I felt fat and angry and ugly and poor Frog Prince got the brunt of it.

“What should I wear tonight?” I asked him.

“I dunno…whatever…”

“Can I wear my J Crew cream v-neck with jeans?”

“Yeah, that sounds comfortable.”

“COMFORTABLE? COMFORTABLE? Oh my god, you think I’m fat! And ugly! Comfortable is not pretty! I’m so gross!!!!”

He was out of his chair and in my face faster than I’ve ever seen him move before. He gingerly stuck his arms out and tried grabbing me into a hug.

“What the hell are you doing?” I screamed.

He had read an article that sometimes when women freak out they just need to be hugged and told everything’s alright.

I pushed him away and stomped around for another twenty minutes trying on different options, discarding the rejects throughout the house, and screaming at my fat hips.

Eventually I felt better. In my J crew cream v-neck and boyfriend jeans no less.

He accepted my apology with no question and didn’t even give me a hard time about the craziness of it all.

He really does love me.

3 Comments leave one →
  1. February 19, 2010 10:30 pm

    yeah…but do YOU love HIM?

  2. February 23, 2010 2:35 am

    He had read an article. OMG, I'm cracking up!

  3. February 23, 2010 1:47 pm

    I know! Isn't that hysterical? It was one of those moments where I was torn between laughing and still being unjustifiably angry.

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