maple syrup

so maple syrup goes in the pantry. it doesn't crystalize until a year or so has past. and towels that hang on a rung, no matter how wet, will eventually dry...like over night.

these are simple truths that seem to be too hard for some people to grasp. i grew up with a mother that knew she was right all the time. even when she said obsurd things. now i have a husband that knows everything and is convinced he is right all the time. not good.

sometimes, i just don't know what to do. it's those times that scare me the most because it's those times that my options are just stupid. and i become stupid.

so what is the maple syrup and the wet towel have to do with anything? why are we fighting over stupid shit? i must have snapped. but why? i snapped because it's a culmination of things. he has to correct almost everything i do. i left my own car's heat setting to defrost. he corrects me and tells me not to leave it on because it wastes gas. i was only recently allowed to use the sharp knife, cause i'll cut myself. when in actuality, he's cut himself more than i have. my driving is suicide. clothing worn means it can't be put away, so it must sit on the chair until i fold it and put it away. he works more than i do - when really i put in the long days.

i think it's a lack of respect that pisses me off. it annoys him when i tell him, but he treats me like a kid. he may not mean it, but he does. he wouldn't tell his friend not to use his sharp knife. it kills me.

i'm dead.