11:16 a.m., Friday the 3rd
At the time I wrote my last entry (yesterday), I thought I was doing better, I felt like I could get through this. Then Snowbunny got home, and all the bad feelings came boiling back up. I tried not to let it show, but I guess part of me wanted it to show. I tried not to talk about it, but eventually Snowbunny said, "I feel like you're holding something back from me." Then I tried to talk about it without getting mad, but I was super hurt. I didn't raise my voice or anything, but I was mad and I'm sure Snowbunny could tell. I was defensive. We had a short, unpleasant conversation about the whole thing, and while I probably won the argument, I felt like I lost. I assume Snowbunny didn't feel great either, but in my defense, it is my understanding that she gets over things a lot quicker than I do.
Brother-Husband had a late day at work so at least he wasn't exposed to any of this, which is a good thing. By the time he got home, I was in bed. From what I've seen over the years, he prefers to remain oblivious about relationship problems, and is uncomfortable with communication. So if the problem could be solved by just me and Snowbunny, that would be far better. Much more effective. I'm assuming she considers the matter settled, but who knows. I do know that I feel awful again today. Possibly worse. Yesterday I felt hurt, today I feel hurt and guilty. Guilty for telling the truth. When I was asked to tell it. Guilty, hurt, mad, and sad. Guilty for getting so bent out of shape over such a little thing, when BH and SB are so good to me in general. Why can't I just show a little gratitude?
It's official, I will go back to asking BH on his work nights if he and I are going to watch anything. And I don't even feel like asking him anymore, but I assume I'll get over that eventually, with practice. Like I said I don't want him to know that anything's wrong. Snowbunny knows, and that's more than enough. I would love to just wave a magic wand and make this all disappear, but slow endurance is the only tool I have. Things will get back to normal. I know that in my mind. It's just in my heart that I feel like it's permanently ruined, and over what. And who ruined it. Me. A lot of this is probably coming from my childhood, my mom was great at laying on the guilt trips for anything and everything. My mom feels bad about that now and she is a much nicer person. But the damage is done.
I appreciate your votes of support, opalescent and lunabunny, thank you. Certainly it was a misunderstanding, probably an inevitable one. They simply forgot about the work nights thing, and I, unfortunately, remembered. And I thought it was a lot more important than it really was. So that was my misunderstanding. So now I have to get through another day sober, and God only knows how I'll be doing tomorrow (Saturday, "our day", me and Snowbunny

). I've poisoned the waters. Or the waters poisoned themselves, I don't know. I just know that I desperately want the pain to go away, and it won't go away. Depressing.