Lawdy, What a Weekend !

I can't believe what all happened this weekend. First, it started Friday night with David taking me out to eat at a new place in town that is still trying to get their shit together. I like going to these places cause I like to let them know where they can improve. The place wasn't all that bad. They have pretty damned good food. They just have a bit of a problem with the wait staff and the fact that they have no liquor license yet. Otherwise it was a great place to eat.

David and I came into the place early and got a good table. We had no problem with anything. Then a party of four came in. Two women and two guys. One of the guys I could tell was gay because he went "Flame On" as soon as he entered. All he could do was complain about everything. They were seated next to me so I heard it all.

He complained about the tables, the chairs being hard wood and too heavy to move. He complained about the paper napkins, the menu items. But when the prima dona found out no booze was being served he grabbed his ginormous sunglasses and put them on and said out loud that he couldn't handle this. Then got up and sashayed out the door like a little princess. His friends were mortified.  They payed for their trouble and left to go find him I guess. Hell I would have kicked his ass.

Then Saturday morning David and I went grocery shopping. I am trying very hard to fight my anxiety problems and this was one of them. We were doing fine. Half the shopping was done and I was feeling good. Then it happened. I was with David in the canned foods aisle and he was looking at the gadgets which happen to line the other side. As I was walking and picking up cans of this and that I turned to put them into the basket but he wasn't there with me. I looked up the other aisle, no David. I went into a panic. When I found saw him in the meat area. I could have killed him.

I threw the cans into the cart and demanded the car keys. He asked why and I told him I wasn't feeling good. He came out later with the goodies and we drove home. I didn't talk to him the whole way home. I was totally furious with him. He knew I was a basket case and he knew not to leave me like that in the store.

When we got home I went into the bedroom and waited for him to finish putting away the groceries. I didn't feel like helping him with anything. He came into the room and I told him what happened and why I was mad. We didn't have a knock down drag out because we don't like to fight like that. We just talked and he knew he was in the wrong. It really bummed me out. Soooo next week Saturday, he and I are going to try this again. I told him not to go to far from me cause I'm still not ready. I really have to work on this problem though.