Last night, we went to a friend's house for dinner and conversation. We get together with this group of friends once a month for just that. Anyway, at dinner, she made this superb thanksgiving dinner and it was so good that I got up for seconds. I probably didn't need any (I know I didn't need any more) but I did. It was like there's something in my head that when I'm around good food, it just totally takes over my desire to eat healthy and lose weight and be good. I just have no concept of "feeling full" until I'm stuffed. It's weird. Anyway, so I was a little embarassed about that.
Then, later in the evening, my husband kept saying things like, "you look tired," to which I replied "no, I'm fine." The third couple had left by this time and it was just our hosts and us. I kept talking because I was enjoying the conversation. I did try to find a clock to look at, but the only one in sight was the microwave across the room, and I couldn't quite make it out, but I thought it said 9-something. Shortly thereafter, we started moving to the foyer to leave and I looked at my cell phone - it was after 10:30. As we walked out to our car, my husband started getting upset with me about how I didn't take his hints and we shouldn't have stayed that late, and now we didn't have time to stop and get anything for him to have for breakfast or run the erands we wanted to. And (after reiterating his point about 15 times) he switched to me taking seconds at dinner and how I shouldn't have and he only got seconds to get away from us girls and our girl talk.
I still felt awful about it this morning and now. I just want to cry. I don't know what I'm more upset about - my husband berating me all the way home or my own lack of attention to the clock and my eating. This morning he had the gaul to tell me he wanted me to try and hide it if I was sad because it upset him after he expressed in our premarital work that he wants me to stop bottling things up.

I emailed our hosts this morning to apologize for overstaying our welcome, which helped me feel a little better, but I'm still so devistated. It almost seems silly to be upset about now after writing all of it out, and I know a large part of this is my seasonal affective disorder setting in, but I just wish my husband would have acknowledged that. He knows this time of the year is really hard for me. Instead he trampled my feelings like he always does because "it's the only way to get through to me."
Any encouragement would be appreciated. I just feel like such a dolt.


