I, (F 31) and my husband (M34) had yet another verbal spat earlier, this time about our dogs. They were eating the foam innards of a softball he’d just bought them. I tried to take it away for their safety, he yelled at me to “let them play, they wouldn’t have made it if it was bad for dogs!” Half a minute of an extremely disheartening fight later, I just grabbed the ball and went to the bedroom to get away.

He never listens. He always has to be right. And I know I am not always right, and I’m perfectly willing to let him be right most of the time, even if he’s wrong, just to keep the peace. But this was a matter of our dogs’ health and safety. And I get very just… drained… knowing my word means nothing in our marriage.

When I went back to the living room to try to talk to him, I found he had elected to take a nap in there, with the dogs. Rather than coming into the bedroom where he knew I was. I don’t know what to do anymore.


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