Fight

So this Saturday started off nicely....with a stupid fight. I get so fucking annoyed when my husband says that he is going to do something at a specific time and then dicks around and is late. He said that he was going to take Little man to the mall to spend a gift certificate at 10am and that he would be back at 12pm. I thought that would work out great, I could clean for an hour and then work on school work for an hour and then I would feel much better about my upcoming week. We 10:15 rolls around and he's still playing his game, 10:30 rolls around and I start getting attitude because I'm pissed off. They have to be back around 12pm because it's lunch and nap time for Little man and I'm ticked off that they are wasting my time. It blew up into a fight and I'm just not feeling supported in my endeavor to begin my master's degree. Things need to change because I have a lot more responsibility, and I tried to explain to him that it was going to take a couple of weeks for me to get used to everything. He said he's never met anyone in his whole life that get's stressed out about the first weeks of class, and that I should have had more responsibility when I was in college so that I wouldn't be freaking out now and just learning how to manage things.

He did leave but nows he's only going to be gone for an hour. He told me that he didn't want me here when he got back. I'm really fucking ticked off because I feel like he's pushing me out of my house and he told me that he pays for it. nice. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I HATE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!