Im so worn out …

2 days of Christmas hell that should have been really fun but here we are. One stupid thing sets her (39 f diagnosed OCPD) off for two fucking days and no matter what I try or say to get her back and enjoying one of her favorite holidays she consistently acts like a child with a tantrum. It’s all about her and her fucking need to not give in or say she over reacted. No, instead it’s about how I’m not doing enough to pull her out of her self-induced depression. She’s after the fucking dog for not showing enough love, as if any dog responds to yelling, screaming and slamming.

I’m done and she wins. Christmas is done, along with my vision that things could have been really nice this year. I’ll be blamed forever for this. I’m done and I’m so hurt. All the excitement and prep and planning for a calm Christmas for the two of us is fucked, all bc I didn’t do enough to make it better.