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The original was posted on /r/twoxchromosomes by /u/FoggyEddie on 2023-08-22 02:32:54.

And I don’t know how to explain to him just how scary and stressful it actually is.

This is a new thing. He came home early from work one day a couple months ago and scared the absolute bejeezus out of me because I was doing laundry and had my ear buds in. He wasn’t due back for another hour or two and he came in and just stood a couple feet behind me and waited until I turned around. It had probably been a decade since I had screamed that loud in actual fright. I was pretty reactive and yelled at him.

He didn’t do it on purpose, but he thought it was pretty funny of course. I tried to explain that it wasn’t very funny and how and why it was unfunny. He apologized sincerely and we moved on.

Since then he’s done it a couple more times, never near that bad, until today.

Let me set the scene. Our kiddo(10) is home after a few weeks of grandparent time, my usually very chill work from home job has been very stressful and will continue to be so for another week at least, and my husband has been packing and prepping for a week long trip. So my normally pretty chill existence is already 10x more stressful than usual.

He texts me late afternoon that he’s plans to leave work by 5 and has to run an errand. We won’t be there because kiddo has class. No big. At around 4.15 I load up the car that’s in the drive way, start it up, and we sit for a sec because it’s old and needs it. All of a sudden a man with a big bag bangs on my child’s window. We both scream. I am panicking because the car has manual locks and I don’t know if kiddo locked it. I am terrified.

Turns out to be my husband. He’s grinning and kid laughs and I am just furious. I can’t even look at him. I just threw it in reverse and booked it.

He’s texted me a sorry and am I love you and then an I’m glad I cured your hiccups. Like it’s fucking funny. I can’t tell you how physically I felt this scare. Like my shoulders hurt, my back hurts, my stomach hurts I’m still pissed and it’s been an hour.

I don’t know how to explain this in a way he gets. I understand he doesn’t really have the same life experience to truly understand why I am so angry.