Anyway, anxiety is normal. Reacting by turning into a huge bish....? Well, that's not okay.
Don't believe me? A few examples:
James: Sarah! Let's go test drive this car! [generally, a super fun activity, wouldn't you say?]
Me: Ugggh. Noooo. Whyyyy?? Uggggh. grump.grump.grump
[an hour later]
James: So what did you think?
Me: I'm not sure if I didn't actually like it, or if I'm still holding a grudge against you because you made me go, so I won't say just yet. ...but I didn't like it.
James: Sarah! Let's go to Target! [the dreamiest thing a man can say to a woman, right?]
Me: But it's SUCH a nice night. We'd be wasting it. Let's go outsiiiiide.
[10 minutes later]
James: So, are we going outside?
Me: Ugggggh. But now you made me want to go to Targettttttt.
James: Sarah! These shrimp and peach kabobs you made remind me of my favorite meal. Maybe we can incorporate them together, since you like this and I love that. [whilst cleaning up his second large serving of the meal]
Me: Why can't you just tell me it's good? Why can't you just compliment my effort? Why do you have to compare it? Whyyyyyy? *flood of tears*
Are you annoyed yet? ME TOO.
Uggggh. Whyyyyyyy am I such a brat right now?
[no babies. no babies. no babies.]
My therapist will now laugh at me when I talk about weaning off of treatment because I'm "using skills I've learned" to "handle" situations. Ha!
C'est la vie.
Also, pray for James. Or better yet, if you see him out, hand him a Long Island. He's earned it.