...and while I am now thinking I may have been a victim to my raging pregnancy induced (and let's face it, usual female) hormones and overreacted... I am still too cranky and proud to admit it just yet. So he remains kicked out. I am fairly confident that he is, in fact, parked just around the corner waiting for the inevitable text message stating that he is safe to return. Well, he can wait.
As far as our arguments go, this was probably on the higher end of the richter scale. What was it about. Nothing and everything. He hasn't mown the lawn in forever, it is hot and I am tired... Blah blah.
Marriage is hard. Relationships are hard. The longer you are in a relationship the more you come to expect from the other person, while at the same time, probably appreciating them a little less. It is hard not to slip in to the trap of taking your partner for granted. I know that I often do. I also know that I often feel very much taken advantage of. I think that the best two people can do is to try and keep the channels of communication as open as possible and remember that even if you don't agree with the way your partner is feeling or even understand why exactly they are feeling that way, it does not make their feelings any less valid.
I guess I will send that text now.