We Report: You Decide

Last night, I made a single dad cooking error. Coming home from work without having had lunch - I picked up a bag of wasabi and soy sauce flavored almonds. They're not bad. But I was really hungry. I ate half the bag. Big mistake.

I came home yesterday and watched "The Hurt Locker" - the scene in the grocery store stayed with me while the vertigo was building. Then we had sushi for dinner - with flat, green tea and went shopping at a grocery store. Being in a grocery store isn't a great place to be when you want to throw up. Did I mention the fact that a fuel line is leaking in my car, and my car smells of gas on the interior?

My son had to go to the restroom while we were there so I took him + then told him to go back with his sister while the room started spinning. I went back to the men's room and wretched my guts out. For some reason, I couldn't get the taste of vomit out of my mouth - luckily for me we were under a sort of shopping directive (shop the edge of the store - go all the way around the edges, stay out of the center aisles) and the kids had made their way back to me. I think I was a shade of pale green. I didn't let it show.

Let's recap. Salt. Almonds. Wasabi. Soy Sauce. Cranberry Juice Flavored Water. Gas Fumes. Flat and Slightly Green Tea. Sushi. Seaweed. More Gas Fumes.

Oh yeah, and the A/C is broken.

When we got home my daughter gave me a glass of ginger ale. This worked. We did homework - and then I set the kids to bed. X Wife was waiting in IM when I went upstairs to a tepidly warm and overcrowded office. I felt pretty nauseated but wasn't going to lay down - I seemed to be doing better sitting up. I logged into IM and we had a short conversation - and then I told her I didn't feel well, and I had to leave. For some reason, there was a news report on some person who had killed a doctor - and was trying to use the trial as a sort of political arena. I tried my best to read through the article before going to sleep. She pinged me back and this is the transcript of the conversation that followed.

exwifey: still there
tbroadcast: yes... sad
exwifey: what r u doing
tbroadcast: listening to a news report
exwifey: go to bad
exwifey: sorry
exwifey: bed
exwifey: news will make u more sick
tbroadcast: ok
exwifey: it is a broadcast
exwifey: only to make money
exwifey: click
tbroadcast: blech
exwifey: no care for people
tbroadcast: please. no confrontation.
exwifey: stop it BS
tbroadcast: I was just reading a news article.
exwifey: BS
tbroadcast: no confrontation please?
exwifey: BS is u told that u r sick
tbroadcast: yes I am.
exwifey: it is just BS
tbroadcast: no it is not.
exwifey: just BS
tbroadcast: no.
exwifey: just BS
tbroadcast: I really don't need to argue with you
exwifey: just BS
tbroadcast: do you need to argue with ?
exwifey: BS
exwifey: BS
exwifey: BS
tbroadcast: lol
tbroadcast: blech
tbroadcast: you are being ycky to
exwifey: u know u r a BS
exwifey: u have been yucky for 15 years
exwifey: i cared
exwifey: but u r a still BS

I tried to call her and ask her why she was angry - she said that I attacked her in this conversation (above). In all fairness to her, the phrase "I don't want a confrontation" had a meaning to her that I didn't understand (again, I was sick and not really concentrating on what I was typing). My son's best friend came over one day and my then-wife met his mother at the door of our home. She said to the woman - "You've made alot of mistakes" and proceeded to list them. The woman replied "I don't need a confrontation right now.."

She and the woman argued on our front porch - I took the kids around back to jump on the trampoline. So. Apparently this is why I'm not allowed to use the word 'confrontation'.

Am I missing something?