I am sooooo over it

I am so over this bullshit.  Now I know what my husband went through for so many years.  I say so many years like it's been eternity, but really it's only been 5.  Anyhow, so I am quiet for a day, not really talking, next thing I know,

"Cody is going to take me home, you can take the car."

???  Why.  Are you guys going out?

"No, you seem to be in one of your "moods" so I want to leave you alone."

Ok, I am just busy, tired, don't feel good (which I feel just fine but told her that), and don't want to be here.

"Ok, well I just feel these vibes...are you sure you aren't mad at me?  I just feel your vibes are directed to me."

Positive, just busy.

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I am not even putting in effort on this one because I know what will happen.  I will stress myself out, cry, tell her I am sorry for being in a "mood" and things will be fine.  No, because I am not sorry, I haven't done anything to her.  When did NOT DOING ANYTHING to someone end up DOING THE MOST to someone?  Because I am quiet and not talking. 

See, this whole driving into work together to save money and chip in on gas will NEVER work if you insist upon still having someone come get you while the girl you live with drives your car home...??  Are you insane? 

What the fuck ever.  You complain about not enough money, yet you buy a new fridge, even though there is already one in the house...you buy two sofa's, even though in all we already have 3... (mind you WE paid for half of those to help them out so they could get them already, $250). 

You don't have money because you keep spending.  While Doug and I are at home saving by eating leftovers and cup-o-noodles, you spend.  So whatever.  Stop complaining to me about the money. 

I am done with your games, I know how you play.  How, you ask?  Because I used to play this game many times.  It's called "I didn't get enough attention today."  It's really fun, as soon as the person targeted hasn't said or looked at you in the past 1/2 hour, you ask "why, what's going on, is it me?"

No, it's not you. 

But that answer isn't good enough and, frankly, no answer is good enough.  Because this goes straight into a battle.  The battle to get everyone riled up enough, get all the attention you want, then when you are filled with your daily amount of attention, you stop and you go back to your own thing.  But once this is done, you can't fix how you have already made everyone else feel...shitty...like they don't even want to be around you then.  But that's ok because you got all attention directed on you for your 15 minutes of fame.