Seconds after my last post I received a phone call that set off World War III in my family. The dust has settled and we are all licking our wounds so to speak. My mom and I are so much alike it's scary! We both react with the same anger and fire when we feel someone in our family (especially each other) have been hurt. The men in our lives both know that we react from our heart and not always logically, they both know that when our tempers are set off there is hell to pay, and they both know that in the end our love for them and our family as a whole keeps us bound together even stronger than before. But does that keep them from being stupid? Of course not!! My stepdad is a wonderful man and an incredible grandfather to my children but sometimes he opens his mouth and the most incredibly stupid things come out. Thank goodness we have resolved things and hopefully we will enjoy a stetch of peace and calm before we drive each other to madness again! Isn't it funny how genetics sometimes over rule our common sense? For the most part I am calm and level headed and then when I least expect it my latin blood takes over and I go ballistic! Oh well, at least it's never boring around here! hehe

I'm mad at Marshall today. I am continuing my anger from last night. At this point I don't even really want to be mad but I feel like if I don't stay mad he will think that everything is fine which it is not! Do you ever feel like you are having the same fight again and again and no matter how many times you try to get your point across it just isn't getting through? I am tired of fighting over the same damn thing and after every fight I hear the same crap that doesn't mean anything because I know the next fight will be exactly the same. When I started dating Marshall I knew he was a workaholic. We met at work so of course I knew that, this was the guy would work 24 hours a day and cover every shift even when he hadn't slept in over 48 hours.......and no I am not exagerating. I knew this, did I think I could change it? No......well maybe.....but not really. The point is all I ask for is a flippin phone call to tell me he is working, that he won't be back when he says he will, and even though he has a cell phone in his pocket he still can't take a few seconds to tell me not to wait for him. That is the worst part.....the waiting. I hate waiting. It brings back really bad memories from my childhood. Marshall knows why I feel this way, he knows why the one damn phone call means so much to me and yet he still doesn't call. Why do I waste my breath?