Icing on the Cake

Besides all the other fucking bullshit that I'm dealing with at the moment, I just got a call from R.

He's having almost a full-blown, OCD-induced panic attack about the sump pump. Apparently, we lost power at the house because of the weather today, and he's afraid that we're going to have a flood in the basement because the sump pump will fail.

Never mind that we have a top of the line battery backup that will kick in for HOURS, in case we lose electricity.

He just started Prozac six weeks ago and nothing has improved yet.

I need a fucking vacation. Far, far away from all of this.

I'm so sick of being the voice of reason in my marriage.

Or maybe I should just file for divorce.