And this is the nasty party of relationships:

Someone please confirm that I'm not a total bitch for wanting to strangle my husband right now. I *get* that he's nervous and scared about tomorrow, but there is no fucking need to take it out on me. I do not need to be snapped at, talked down to, and huffed at.

Single isn't looking so bad right now.

I had small bowl of linguini with meat sauce and a glass of red wine. They both hit the spot.

ETA: I'm sorry your DH is taking his worries about tomorrow out on you, Maria. And I hope that tomorrow's procedure goes as well as possible.

No, you're not a total bitch, Maria. You're nervous and scared yourself.

You are definitely not a total bitch. Just because you are going through this hard time together doesn't mean you are not both still human.

Oh Maria. Ack.

The Hyperbole and a Half was not funny, but there is one part of it that made me do a dark chuckle while shaking my head: when the figure went from the end of the couch to the corner of the room. So evocative and painful and dead on.

I can't believe how much emotion she gets out of what look like scribbles.

Nope, you both are riding a nasty monster right now. Basically, both of you are running out of spoons; he just ran out first and (lucky him?) is trying to use your last one (lucky you?)

After my mom spent an hour thinking dad had fallen off a cliff at Machu Picchu, when he came down helping to carry the litter of the guy who did, she totally bawled him out. For not being dead and having the temerity to die but not be dead. She ran out of spoons, she was trying to steal his cause he had them.

Definitely not, Maria.

Adding onto the "not total bitch" vote -- you guys are both stressed and worried, but that doesn't mean he gets to be a jackass to you right now. Understandable, but not cool.

Y'all should be lovin' on each other right now, or at least worried-neutral.

All the best calm -ma and everything's cool-ma to you both.

I mean, I know I'm not the one with cancer, and I can't possibly understand what he's going through, but do not start pulling stuff out of your ass that has no basis in reality.

You are not going to end up like my uncle--he was diagnosed with Stage IV lung cancer--and yes, Dr. L said there's no cure for melanoma. Well, there's no cure for cancer. Remission is not a cure, but it's not a fucking death sentence either. You deal, take it day by day, and move on. Hopefully not alone.

Sorry. This is infinitely better than saying it to him right now. I'm tired of being the punching bag.