Roll With It

I swear I am one male incident away from wearing Birkenstock's. Saturday I called my brother to check in on how he is doing, but of course he blew up at me in his typical bi-polar manor. Seconds later I receive a phone call from my father in which he ripped me a new one for "harassing" my brother. Needless to say I was pissed and feeling pretty miserable by the end of the day. So as soon as I came home I curled up in the husband's lap looking for some sort of comfort, instead what do I get? A two hour lecture about how I need to get my act together and find a more stable career path. In one day I managed to be completely alienated and belittled by the three men in my life. Seriously what the hell? It was like they were collectively pmsing or something. I don't think I will ever understand the logic behind the total male meltdown. Rather than crying or pestering people like I typically do when I'm in a bad mood, the men in my life seem to just snap without warning and go on either ridiculously macho screaming fits like my father and brother or berate and lecture like my husband. Saturday night was just one big pissing contest for them. Either way it is enough to make me want to swear off men all together too bad I like men too much, macho meltdowns and all.