George is really annoying me lately.  For some reason he is extremely grumpy and doing lots of yelling.  So last night I asked him what his problem was.  It turns out he’s mad at me.

A few nights ago I wasn’t feeling well.  I was working on my computer when all of a sudden I was extremely dizzy and felt like I was going to throw up.  So I turned everything off and told George I was sick and going to bed.  A few minutes later he came into bed and asked what was wrong.  So I told him the room was spinning and I felt terrible and couldn’t move.  He started to rub my back and actually rubbed my back for about a half an hour.  That last time that happened was… I have no idea.  So I thought he was being really nice since I didn’t feel good.  It turns out he had something else in mind.  I reminded him that I couldn’t move because I was so dizzy.  Apparently when I did that I was blowing him off.  So, now a few days later he is still mad at me over this.

Ridiculous.  And now I’m mad that he didn’t care how sick I was feeling.