My husband and I were having a nice time last evening, watching a Diane Keaton movie in which she plays a bitch. Diane was definitely playing against type as the snarky wife of the dispicable Kevin Kline. I didn't like her character. I also didn't much like her hair. Suddenly, I realized that I didn't like her character because she was playing me. Lately, I've been sniping at Scott, saying really nasty things. This is unlike me. I love my husband. I usually treat him gently. But the harsh economic times have done a number on my psyche. It hasn't helped that he quit his crappy job just before Christmas. I decided to make amends. "I want to apologize," I said. "I realized watching this movie that I have become a first-class bitch. You don't deserve that. That said, I think I'm mad at you for quitting your job." Feeling I hit a nerve, I continued, fueled by copious amounts of Merlot. "I realize that you hated that jo...
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