Love and Marriage

I guess I took things too far last night. If you read my blog yesterday, you know my situation. The minute my wife got here to pick me up (my car's in the shop) I blew up at her. She didn't get here until 5:08! I was in the freaking freezing cold for EIGHT MINUTES! But, as my wife was quick to show me, I was definitely in the wrong. So she was mad at me because I was mad at her as soon as I got in the car. Anyway, we were on our way to the church for my wife to do the bulletin board. We got there and she decided it was a little too crowded to do her bulletin board. So we left. We were on our way back into town and were going to stop at Fazoli's for my coworker's fundraiser, but because we were so mad at each other, I figured it was best not to sit down to a meal together in angered silence. I told her to just pick Wendy's up and we'll take it home to eat--oh yeah, and I'm not going to church. So we passed Fazoli's, then she said she's not stopping at Wendy's because SHE'S going to church and won't be eating dinner after all. I can eat at home, she says. I said, "No, stop at Wendy's." She says no. She's driving--what am I going to do? So we get within a mile of Wendy's and I start pleading with her. "Please stop at Wendy's, I'm really hungry and there's nothing to eat at home!" "No," she says. "We have hotdogs--you'll eat a hot dog." So I give in. There's not much I can do in the passenger seat. We got home finally and I made a hot dog--not nearly as good as the Spicy Chicken Combo I was hoping for. My wife shortly left for church. This gave me a great chance to play my new PS2 game, Mercenaries. I can never play when she's around. She hates my PS2. She's tried to break it a few times. I played for a little bit, then heard the door slam about 15 minutes later. After beating two levels of my game, I quickly shut it off--without saving--NOOOOOOOOOOO! I just didn't want her to know what I was doing (even though she did). So I went out in the living room and she yelled at me some more. I won't go into detail, but there was some crying and shaking involved, and numerous insults thrown my way. I tried to be nice because I was sick of arguing, and repeatedly apologized for my mistakes and wanting to eat at Wendy's--boy, what a jerk I was. She eventually forgave me and we watched television in peace.
And none of this would have happened if she had just shown up on time.