Thank you so much for arranging for you and your colleagues to go to the art gallery tonight for whatever it is you insist that I would love to do/see.

As we discussed four years ago, I do not like staff events.  Please do not keep up with the attitude that ‘this was a date for us’.  This was an evening with the people you work with.  Whom I have NOTHING in common with.  I really do not want to be stuck in a room with stupid former cal pool gal either.  I don’t give a rats ass what she is doing with her child, or what issues it has with solid foods.  I’ve made this perfectly clear the last time you got angry with me about her.  

The guilt you had leaving, the whole   ‘you have this poor martyred look and I’m starting to feel bad’   IS ALL YOURS… not my problem.  I was looking tired and frustrated.  I’ve had a rough day too.  And your insistence that this would have been fun just plainly pisses me off.  A LOT.

I do not want to go out with your colleagues.  You should know that by now.  Sugar coating it and feeding it to me as a ‘fun night out’   will not  go over well, ever.  Lets get a grip on the reality of whom you married.  In fact… take a good look.  I’m not who you seem to believe I am.  And no amount of ‘I thought you’d like it’ will change my mind.

Have a nice night at the art gallery with your friends from work, and out for dessert after wards.

your loving wife.

*thanks for forgetting to put the stroller away for me… that layer of snow on it is just fine.