Traffic is horrendous. Somebody crashed on the four lane highway going the wrong direction. Fortunately, I found out about this before I left work and was able to get some directions around the mess. I'm almost home, I am a little late. The phone rings, it's April, she's not a happy camper "Where are you?" I tell her I'm about a mile from home. "Why do you always do this on our weekends?" (The weekends when we do not have her kids). I tell her there was a big accident and I can't control traffic. She says "You should have planned ahead." I say "how? it was an accident." She says "you can always get off work early any other time." I say "there was an accident, you should have heard it on the radio by now." She continues to insist that somehow I can fly over traffic or some shit. I tell her "how am I supposed to plan ahead? What am I supposed to do? Leave at noon?" Well I pull in the driveway. Walk in the door, she says "you were with your mom the whole day when you had to go to the dentist." I say no. She says "who lives in Mac?" I say "what? I don't even know where Mac is." She says "on the day you went to the dentist, you were in Mac." I ask her where's my bank statement, cause this is the only way she could have gotten this information. She says she doesn't know. She threatens to call my mother. I tell her go ahead. Funny, she doesn't want to call and embarrass herself. Yeah, sure. So I look it up sure enough, there's a charge from a place in Mac on the date she says it was. I think back, that was the weekend we went to get stuff from my Grandmother's house, but it was not the right date. Then she remembers that we drove through there, stopped at a convenience store and I bought a sandwich. I say "I'm so sick of this, you need to stop." Thankfully she remembered going there and the date was a coincidence, we get dinner and everything is ok. Before she leaves for work, she says "make sure nobody is in the house." Like I'm a child. This is so frustrating.

I get home, she says "you're in trouble". What else is new. She found out I ordered a new cell phone, because she went snooping in the box. (actually Aaron ripped the box open, but the point remains the same). She's pissed cause I didn't tell her. In my opinion, I did, because a few weeks ago, we had a conversation about me getting a new phone, my current one has some problems, it's several years old, the battery dies when it gets cold. This one happened to come up on eBay and was priced very well (about half of the cost of others). I took a chance because it had no photo.
The following morning, she gives me the silent treatment. I'm pretty well fed up with this shit. Finally, hours later, she starts crying I got a new phone she doesn't understand so I can hide stuff from her. Well darling... I've been hiding this blog from you for years. I think I can hide anything I want to from you. But that's the problem, I don't know what the fuck will set you off you stupid woman! Be normal damn you. Why can't you just be fucking normal! It's a fucking phone who gives two shits!

I find out she's been going through my phone. I stopped putting contacts in, somehow I accidentally transferred some of my email to the phone when I tranferred music on to it. It does this by default, I didn't know. So of course, she wants to know "who's X" and "who's Y?" Fuck off, stay out.