My DH called me when he was on his way home from work. I have to listen to pointless blather about crap I don't understand. He's an electrical contractor. I don't know anything about the fire alarm system, nor do I care. Then, he asks me dopey questions. What did I eat? Did I watch my soaps? Is JT still tied up? Does Josh know Erica is his mother yet? What's that you're listening to? I tell him I'm streaming Howie Carr online. Then we got back into how the fire alarm isn't calling the town fire department (he's building a school) and blah, blah....blah, blah....transformer this and fuse box that...blah, blah some more. Meanwhile, I'm getting a pain in my neck because, heck, I'm trying to DIS and I need both hands to type. Then, he starts to tell me another story (my DH is Teddy Ruxpin). Halfway through I realize he's telling me a story about what they're saying on the Howie Carr show. I yelled into the phone, "I'm listening to it! I have to go!" and hung up. I have no patience with him and he has no idea why I'm ticked at him (he does and just chooses to ignore it all). I have a good reason that I won't get into here, but I am not a happy camper when it comes to DH and, yet, he just goes on as if nothing is wrong. This bothers me. Pretending the problem doesn't exist doesn't make me forget about it and I finally lost it as he's telling me a story about something I just told him I was listening to.
He just called again....didn't even ask why I hung up on him....just started a whole new conversation.

How does he manage to compartmentalize life? Gee, she's mad at me. OK, we haven't spoken in 10 minutes, let's move on from that and start all over as if the last few weeks haven't happened. Doesn't work that way, pal.
Whew....that felt good!