Tim and I got into another fight today. it turned physical. I went to push him out the door to just get him out of the house and to end the fight ... then he pushed back and started hitting me. I tried to defend myself but it didn't work since he's stronger than me. He didn't hit me in the face this time - which was nice, I guess. I do think he's right - though - that I'm stupid and that everything in this marriage that's gone wrong is my fault. He apologized while I was making his lunch for work. He said it wouldn't happen again and it was a mistake .... the only injury I have right now is the "hot spot" in my back but it's nothing that some Excedrin and a hot shower won't fix. I'm sure it'll feel better before I start work on Saturday. It's not like this happens often. Maybe if I would have been more receptive to children and popped out a few he wouldn't hate me enough to hit me. Maybe if I was more agreeable ... prettier .... a better cook .... better in bed .... we would have a better marriage and he would love me more ... we would have a better life ....



