Cubano!!!!

Got a package in the mail the other day. It was from a deployed American who sent me some Cuban Cohibas.

Very good stuff.

My wife was complaining a bit last weekend. I am breaking my back pulling up fence posts and cement blocks trying to fix my fence and she is upset at her best friend.

Her best friend now has a serious boyfriend and isn't around as much. She was upset because they had plans to hang out that weekend and she never got a callback. She was complaining that she couldn't believe that just because she had a boyfriend she would blow her off.

I explained to her that it happened from time to time especially when a relationship is new. She knows but was upset because her friend was bitching about another friend doing the same thing.

I just let it go. That following Monday we had an ultrasound. The baby is fine. I showed up in my car and my wife was in hers. Our son was with my mother in law. After the ultrasound my wife asked me to marinate some steaks while she went down the street to get our son. Realistically I should have gotten home about 30 minutes before my wife.

I waited almost 2 hours. She calls me and says she "Just got to talking" with her mom and was on the way.

That is fine. Chicks talk, it is to be expected. A call would have been nice, but whatever.

Tuesdays and Thursdays the wife works until about 8PM. I stay up to make sure she gets home ok. I have to be up around 4:30 in the morning, so the sooner she gets home the sooner I get to bed. She is usually home by about 9 the latest.

As of 9:30 she is not home and she hasn't answered my 2 phone calls. I figure correctly that she is probably talking to her best friend and making nice about the blow off. I tell her to call me as soon as she gets my message but I am going to bed.

The phone rings at 10:30 waking me up and she is apologizing profusely saying her friend visited her at work and she had her phone in the car and just lost track of time.

I say whatever, get home and call in the future. She tries a weak, "I didn't realize how late it was." plea but I just hang up.

The next day I mention to her that over this week she has blown me off twice this week, kinda the same way her friend did. Now I say that I know she didn't do it on purpose, much like I'm sure her friend didn't, but at the same time she did blow me off.

We had plans to meet up on Monday and I had to wait over 2 hours because she lost track of time. The next day I stayed up late because she got wrapped up gossiping with her friend and didn't think to call me back.

Of course neither of these are her fault and she said that those events are nothing like what she went through with her friend.

I love my wife but this is the thing that drives me nuts about her. She can never admit fault. Nothing is ever her fault, but I can admit fault.

I don't admit fault just to admit it, I do it because if I fuck up then I own up to it.

Drives me nuts.

Coming up next...

The cruise I'm not going on.