Ok. To catch you up… my gf Mona was upset with me because I posted on Facebook outside my lunch hour and she thinks it’s irresponsible for somebody who should be concentrating on working and not broadcasting that I’m not working during work hours. She thinks it’s indicative that I’m not serious professionally.
Now…the way Facebook works, or at least the Android app, is when I look at a post I made that day, it approximates how many hours ago it was.
BUT… the next day, when I look back, it gives exact times. So today I looked… you know… for shits and giggles:
Exactly 61 minutes apart.
GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK!
Oh I SO want to reopen this can of worms. I SOOOOOOO do. It will start the fight over again, without a doubt.
Is it worth it? Probably not. Do I need to be right? I’ve blogged about how the need to be right in a situation can be pretty damaging.
But oh the “fuck you!” is building in me. Or at least a “give me a break” since I don’t think saying “fuck you” would be a good idea.
Now, I just think her issue is a symptom of something bigger, about my financial situation being belt-tighteningly restrictive. My savings is lower and I just told her that Christmas sprending is going to be curtailed because I’m paying off debt. She seemed ok with it but I’d bet the house it’s tainting the relationship.
What to do, what to do. Hmmmmm… this is a “angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other” moment. Part of me wants to keep this behind us. Part of me wants to rip this scab right off and pick a fight.