Not such a happy post

My husband accused me of being a fucking greedy monster. The definition of a fucking greedy monster would be someone who gets excited about receiving $ in a graduation card. Last week I asked Bryan if he had received a card yet from my father. Then yesterday while speaking to my father on fathers day I told him that he should be expecting something in the mail from us. My father responded that we would also be receiving something in the mail from him. I fatally mentioned this info to Bryan. Then today when my father's card came in the mail I handed it to Bryan with a little too much excitement knowing that a monetary gift was within. Hence him calling me a fucking greedy monster. At first I just scoffed but then I broke down and cried. Does that really make me greedy? A monster? How does someone who supposedly loves you and wants to spend their life with you let such hurtful words roll off their tongue? It makes you think that hey this person really hates me. They think awful things about me. I accused Bryan of being a cruel jerk and then he felt he needed to yell in my face and again reiterate his point. Then maybe because I cut my prozac dosages in half and also because I have been bad about taking that half dosage regularly I freaked out. I had strong desires to hurt myself though instead I made due with knocking down all the framed pictures on the stairwell and repeatedly slamming my bedroom door, successfully scaring Meila and bringing her to tears and also making 2 police officers who just happened to be a few houses down come over to make sure no one was hurt.
So now all my neighbors know that I am a big freak and all blog readers know that I am also a fucking greedy monster.