Lovely, just lovely

Yipe. A nasty fight just popped up. Just in time for a long weekend. Might spend it alone. Oh well.

Tired, sleepy, drowsy....

"Too many carbs"

"Yeah, sure" or something similar, in an almost doubtful voice, at least as I heard it.

"What?? "

"Yeah, I was agreeing. Lots of carbs.... You headed to bed or staying up or what?"

"Maybe I should brush my teeth and give up for the night"

B in the bathroom. Me, fold down bed clothes, get into bed.... very fatigued. Ready to surrender to sleep.

I think she's still in the bathroom and am getting situated into bed. All of of sudden there is a figure next to the bed, "Good night". Gives me a start. "Uhhhh!!!!"

B, stricken, scared, upset look.... storms out of the bedroom.

I collect myself a moment, get dressed, come out to try and make peace, tamp down whatever upset....

"I just said 'good night'." with some degree of attitude.

"I know."

"You were mad at me for no reason."

"What??!!!" Now, I'm upset. Slam the bedroom door. Angry.

Come back out, she's dressing, packing, headed to her apartment....

"You're drunk". "I'm not." "Something...."

"Slamming door like you're 6 y.o.".

Me, worried she shouldn't be driving... but not about to try and stop her.

I don't feel like she gave me much consideration or understanding at all.

Misinterpreted the earlier interaction about carbs.

Weird shit all around.