Letting my feelings control my attitude

The master bedroom in our house doesn't have a closet. Okay, there is a closet but nothing to hang clothes on. We ripped everything out because we wanted to start from scratch.

While there are many projects that need attention, the closet in our room needs to be built. Currently, we have to go downstairs to one of the rooms we didn't touch where our clothes are hanging (AKA: it smells down there and I want to put caution tape up).

When I got home from work, Brian handed me a piece of paper with a closet he had designed. Measurements and all, it was similar to the design I was thinking about. Some people might have been happy that this part of the work was done for them, but I wasn't. I was disappointed because I really wanted to build this closet by myself. Now I felt that this was Brian's project, that he's in charge, and now I had to be his subordinate.

Many times, I played the subordinate role in Mexico because I didn't care of the outcome. Austin really liked to take charge and I was grateful for that. Now that I'm back in the states, I know what I want and know how to execute the plan. I don't want to take second place to anyone anymore.

On top of feeling like crap, Brian got a little upset with me because I failed to do what he asked concerning the installation of our Dish network last night. Brian gave me certain instructions on what the guy should do and those things didn't get done. I was more mad at myself than at Brian, but when he chewed me out for it today, I became upset at the whole situation.