A has been in the strangest mood ever – like the kind of mood where he is difficult and cant make up his mind and wants me to make decisions for him. Then I make the decision and he doesn’t like anything I have to say. Naturally little Danielle over here becomes an anxious wreck.
Whats going on in his mind?
Did I do something to make him act this way?
Is he ok? Am I ok?
And this goes on until I drive myself crazy.
We were having brunch and spent about an hour arguing about we were going to do next…
Now we’re going home to watch cricket, lay on the couch and drink vodka cranberries and hopefully this will make us both relax a little…