My Therapist said I am too nice

Dumbass conversation with Dumbass at gas station

Him…what a gross day…

Me…yeah

Him…you have National Guard plates

Me…yeah (in my head I am wondering where this is going...it could got in a lot of directions per past experience.  They either hate the Army, they are a Vet, they know someone who has served, they ask if you are a Trained Killer...got THAT one in the DC Metro center because I had a teeny tiny Army logo on my sweatshirt...they want to pay for whatever it is that we are buying...which is super nice but totally unnecessary...)

Him…so what do you think of the budget thing?
CRAAAP...it went THERE

Me…it sucks.  Husband doesn’t get paid starting Monday.

Him…just don’t show up

Me…what?

Him…just don’t go.  They can’t make him.

Me…uhm…yeah they can…it’s called the military…he signed the dotted line…he has to go

Him…I wouldn’t

Me…clearly…you didn’t

And I turned my back on him…he kept talking.  I stopped listening.

Dumbass.