It was little things that drove me crazy. Totally minor things that became emotional meltdowns. I got a phone call from some girl I was dating and she asked what day it was.... Fuck, I don't know, Thursday ? NO ! It's our 3 month and 16 day anniversary ! How dare you not know that !!! Seriously, 3 months and 16 days is a major life anniversary, and you're gonna have a meltdown over it ?
We worked together and I didn't smile at her on the way out the door one day. I had just unpacked a truck full of freight. I was tired, covered with dust, smelled bad, and had a few cardboard cuts that hurt like hell. Putting a cheerful smile on my face was the last thing on my mind. I wanted to get home and take a shower so I could feel human again. I get home and there are 3 phone calls, each slightly more hysterical than the last... Are you mad at me ? What did I do to make you mad ? PLEASE DON'T DUMP ME !!!!
There was a public explosion in a record store over some song she insisted I had heard. It was some popular bit of 80's trash music that went around when I was in high school. I knew of the song, but had never heard it before. She loudly insisted that I knew the song. I have a passion for music and I know what I've heard and what I haven't. When she played the song, indeed, I had not ever heard the song in my life and yet it was a huge issue.
The sex was good, but I just couldn't deal with this kind of nonsense. I don't understand it, it's totally irrational behavior over inconsequential things.