August 26, 2011

I accepted a promotion last April at work. I am the Coordinator of Research and Development in Molecular Pathology. When it was originally offered to me they were not going to offer me a pay raise because I had already exceeded their limit. Using my handy-dandy negotiation skills I was able to get my bosses to increase the pay scale and I walked away with a measly 5% raise. I'll give it two years until I max out the pay scale. That's nothing to brag about either. Becca and I have been found pretty well over the summer for the most part. Well, up until last Saturday when I was a idiot and didn't treat Becca very well when she announced that we would be going to a friends 80's party. The blowout essentially was about Becca and her choice of clothing to wear to the party. Her pants were much tighter and less attractive than they needed to be. She left to go to the party and drive to the Anderson's home instead to cry and birch me out. James and Taunie didn't help the situation any by tell Becca's I had made recent comments about her weight problem. When Rebecca returned home at said that I was pissed at James ND Taunie. I called and text them that they need to use discretion on sone things that'll only escalate problems. It's so ironic that they think they're so transparent between themselves and others. Anyway, tension still is up between us and I find resentment slowly but steadily destroying our marriage. There certainly hasn't been any talk about template marriage, Becca has stopped wearing her garments and she has taken up drinking alcohol frequently in front of friends at dinner parties and while home alone during the day. It used to be drink while I was around so she could tolerate me. Now, I suppose it's to tolerate knowing she lives with me--still. Kids are wonderful but that tend to tease each other wwwaaayyy too much.