My husband is a miserable person. He gets happy and giddy sometimes about stupid stuff like wine, or a song on the radio, or watching a stupid movie for the 750th time. but the rest of the time he is grumpy.
Its Christmas and he’s grumpy. It took our 2 year old 60-90 minutes to open her presents this morning, but she was full of joy and happiness playing with things. My husband was on his phone the whole time. It was so fun to watch her and he didn’t bother to.
He complained about hating my car the whole way to my parents house (he hastes the safety features it has). He barely socialized at Christmas, aside from a little with my dad and my BiL.
The whole way home he complained about my cousins and aunts and uncles. They have the quirks but they’re good people. He complained that my cousin brought her friend who had nowhere else to go. She asked first
When we got home he complained that Christmas is too much and he’s glad it’s over, and then he complained about how he wishes no one got him presents. He said people should stop buying him things he doesn’t ask for.
My daughter wanted to play with her toys when she got home I wanted her to go to bed, but it’s Christmas and she was excited to play, and I believe in being flexible. My husband wanted to go shower, which I said was fine, but that our daughter might be sleeping by the time he got out. so he waited. Then he yelled at my daughter because she was “stalling.” I told him she’s not stalling. It’s christmas and she’s excited.
He’s just miserable all the time and I’m getting tired of it. I’m tired of it stealing my joy, no matter how much I try not to let it.