She is always in some type of mood. We all are right, but no she always has this look in her face that says, "hey, I'm pissed of can you tell?" No matter how good of a time we are having she will make it known that something, I don't care what it is, but something, has mad her feel something apart from the contentment that I thought I was supposed to bring to her life. Anyhow, she goes through these mood swings as if she could be diagnosed with Bipolar disorder. Maybe she is insane. She does repeatedly do the same things over and over, day in and day out, time after time, and she really genuinely expects a different outcome. That is the legal definition of insanity, right? One minute she is smiling and cooking dinner and the next, she is blasting the radio playing her Xbox as some head gangster or mob boss with this sour look on her face. The best part is that every time this happens, it happens in the same order.
Step one: the look and the question. Her eyes are thin slits of what appears to be coal at this moment and the question comes out in this gritty tone. Kind of like she should be gritting her teeth together and puring like and angry lion who is telling you that you have crossed the line but she will only give you fair warning this time. Next time you're dead. Her tone steadies a bit and she says glaring, "Really... Are you serious?"
Step two: the tantrum. "What the f.ck?" She only swears enough to let you know that she is upset until step three.
Step three: the storm out (out of the room or the house, whichever is the most convenient for her) She has this way about moving through the house carefully calculating her moves to keep a bit of edge lingering in the air. Occasionally she will slam around small worthless household items but trust that the rest is coming. After a while of huffing and puffing she still manages to have an attitude and she calmly states,"I'm leaving," almost as if she is expecting a break down because she really wants to stay but no one is standing in her way. Every time its the same thing and when she doesn't get what she wants, she's gone. At a fast enough pace to make you worry but slow enough to linger and become the most menacing thing to think about. And there goes the door slamming angrily behind her. Have you ever noticed that when you or anyone else is angry the objects around them become angry as well? Seriously, "the door slamming angrily behind her," Why does the door have to be angry?
Step four: the phone call. This is the final step in her rampage. She never calls. She waits for a text message or her phone call to move on to the next part of life like nothing happened. "How was your day... you gonna come see me today?" The response that she should be getting is not one of appropriate measure but she somehow always seems to get the response that she wants. Now...since the move, she has 2 favorite I'm sorry lines, they are, "what time do you get out of class," and "what time are you going home?" Not even a "Hey babe, I missed you today. Listen I'm sorry about yesterday I just had to leave before I got any more upset." Not a chance in hell. Once her mind is satisfied life can continue to function normally.
Though her attitude tends to get the best of her, ALL THE TIME, she is actually one of the most kind hearted women I have ever met in my life. Everyday she reminds me that she is here to help.
THESE ARE THE THINGS I TRULY LOVE ABOUT HER!!
Step one: the look and the question. Her eyes are thin slits of what appears to be coal at this moment and the question comes out in this gritty tone. Kind of like she should be gritting her teeth together and puring like and angry lion who is telling you that you have crossed the line but she will only give you fair warning this time. Next time you're dead. Her tone steadies a bit and she says glaring, "Really... Are you serious?"
Step two: the tantrum. "What the f.ck?" She only swears enough to let you know that she is upset until step three.
Step three: the storm out (out of the room or the house, whichever is the most convenient for her) She has this way about moving through the house carefully calculating her moves to keep a bit of edge lingering in the air. Occasionally she will slam around small worthless household items but trust that the rest is coming. After a while of huffing and puffing she still manages to have an attitude and she calmly states,"I'm leaving," almost as if she is expecting a break down because she really wants to stay but no one is standing in her way. Every time its the same thing and when she doesn't get what she wants, she's gone. At a fast enough pace to make you worry but slow enough to linger and become the most menacing thing to think about. And there goes the door slamming angrily behind her. Have you ever noticed that when you or anyone else is angry the objects around them become angry as well? Seriously, "the door slamming angrily behind her," Why does the door have to be angry?
Step four: the phone call. This is the final step in her rampage. She never calls. She waits for a text message or her phone call to move on to the next part of life like nothing happened. "How was your day... you gonna come see me today?" The response that she should be getting is not one of appropriate measure but she somehow always seems to get the response that she wants. Now...since the move, she has 2 favorite I'm sorry lines, they are, "what time do you get out of class," and "what time are you going home?" Not even a "Hey babe, I missed you today. Listen I'm sorry about yesterday I just had to leave before I got any more upset." Not a chance in hell. Once her mind is satisfied life can continue to function normally.
Though her attitude tends to get the best of her, ALL THE TIME, she is actually one of the most kind hearted women I have ever met in my life. Everyday she reminds me that she is here to help.
THESE ARE THE THINGS I TRULY LOVE ABOUT HER!!
