Things that make me go hmmmm

Hmmm....

Seems to be the season for cold... wars. JaG was experiencing it earlier this week, and now it feels as though I've walked into a cold front.

Tom left a few minutes ago, saying only I'm going to John's and then to my parents.

My reply was monosylabic: k.

The front door shut and that was that.

Hmmm...

I guess it started with being picked up from work half an hour late because he was over at a pub with who-knows-who. He seems to get into these little pissy snits when he gets a little drunk and I'm not over the top with cheerfulness.

We usually drive home with some casual conversation, but today it was some dance techno shit that pulsed just loud enough so that I couldn't fall asleep. Excuse me for not showering you with kisses, but I had attention on getting things done tonight. Waiting for you, calling you and having you not answer did not start things off well. Especially when the reason you didn't answer was because you were having a drink.

Once we got home, I did what I always do when someone is pissed off at me: I cleaned.

We'd been gone all weekend and frankly I am out of clean underwear. And we are out of those delightful, mold-nurturing tupperware containers, since they were all sitting on the counter where we had dutifully ignored them for the past week. Plus about 3 weeks worth of my clothes were piled all over our room, and niether of us has had a real lunch made with food we've bought in a long time. Plus, I had a fruit salad to make for a meeting tomorrow night, and I wanted to be in bed at a decent hour.

So I've gotten the majority of that all done now, plus returned my library books--oh yeah, library books. Tom is not a mean person. But I'd left 5 library books (1 his, 4 mine) I was going to return to the library at the front door. After he left, and I went to the library, there were only 4 books. So either he didn't want me doing any favours to him by returning his book, or he wanted to do it himself and not return any of my books. Or both. Or none. I don't know. But I've never known him to be that immature. And I don't think I've really done anything. He was pissed off, I've gone quietly about my business... and that's pissed him off more.

He probably won't be back until very late tonight, and I'm guessing he won't be talking it over because it seems he's piled it all on me. Well forget it. I'm not going to kissy-kissy make up.

I was actually feeling pretty ambivalent about the whole silence thing until I saw that his library book had been removed. And mine left behind. But I guess I'll blame it on the booze. Stupid immature things always seem to happen when drugs are involved.

So I'm not feeling very hmmy anymore. More like wtf. And a whatever thrown in for good measure.

I used to think he was the more mature person in this relationship, but now I'm having doubts.