I swear.. we went to my aunt's house for dinner tonight, and D was so anxious about the evening turning to shit. Well, it did. And he's as much to blame as anyone (he says he's not, but you know what? He could have stopped the "conversation" in its tracks if he really wanted to, and he didn't). And I'm none too happy that I couldn't eat my dinner because I had to entertain a fussy and tired baby while he sat there debating/arguing with my aunt. I had to force Lauren on him a couple of times just to give myself a damn break. I never did finish my dinner, and never had dessert, either. Instead, I spent probably half the fucking evening staying as far away from D and my aunt's conversation as possible. Wishing I could just jump in the damn car with her and take off.

It's not always a fucking ray of sunshine to deal with people who enjoy butting heads with others. Whether you love those people or not.