OK, I don't have a gold tooth, but I always greet him with a smile.
Lately, what used to be a charming idiosyncrasy has turned into a real annoyance. I've written before about how my first husband was a very quiet man, so I'm not used to loud men. Manchild is the total opposite. He's loud in everything he does. He talks loud, he coughs loud, he blows his nose loud, he breathes loud. And even though I've been with him 4 years, when he starts ranting and raving about something, I get nervous. Hearing him rant and rave every...single...day about his hatred of stupid drivers and of traffic is starting to bother me. I know he's not yelling at me, but it feels that way. He's told me that he's not griping at me or because of me - he's just griping but I still don't like it.
I'm learning that negativity can get really old, really fast. I've tried telling my man that he needs to chill out or else he's going to have a heart attack but it hasn't phased him. The scary point is that I'm getting to the point where I don't want to hear it any more. I know he needs to vent, but I don't want to hear it day in and day out. I guess I should be grateful that he claims to need my support. I'm just tired of ugliness. There's enough of that in the world already. I'm no doctor but I do know that stress and anger will kill you as quickly as a blocked artery. (Well, maybe not but it sounded official!) I don't want to be a widow yet. I'm not sure how to get him to mellow out and accept that you can't change that which you have no control over. Maybe I'll just have to send him to the little house in the woods to live and I'll only see him on the weekend. At least that way he'd be alive. Any tips? Anyone???