I was like going crazy. When I pick up the broom supposed to clean the bathroom, I have the urge to do something.
I gave the dustbin a little push and then another and another. Soon I was bashing the dustbin again and again and again.
When I finally stop, the poor little dustbin has becomes bits of pieces of plastic.
My terrified other half was searching for the right keys to open the bathroom door. I swung open the door and walk right out face red and hand trembling.
The feeling of satisfaction was great but of course not at the expense of the little dustbin.
After a glass of water, I was questioning myself why I've lose my cool?
Yeah..over a very dissatisfied conversation with the man I've lived with for 14 years. It was more like a one way ticket talking to him. To him that is fine but to me it is non-communication. He keeps his feeling more to himself while I am full of emotion.
We still have our own point of view over this matter but promised to improved ourselves to the best as can be.
But of course, Mr Cool guy is back to his normal self after 2 days. As for me, the storm is over and the sky is clear for the moment...
