From Not Always Right: Migraines Aren’t Fun And Games
My husband invited his siblings over for dinner and a game night. I cleaned up the food while they set up a game in the other room. I had a migraine coming on, so I excused myself to lie down. A few minutes passed before I heard them yelling.
Sister: “No, that’s not how you play that card!”
Brother: “Yes, it is! Just read it!”
Me: Texting my husband “Please keep it down? My head is pounding.”
Husband: From the other room “Guys, lower your voices. [My Name] has a headache.”
A few minutes passed.
Brother: “You’re cheating! Stop!”
Sister: Louder “I am not! You—”
Husband: “Stop yelling or you’re leaving! It’s a card game.”
I laughed at the irony of my husband yelling at them to stop yelling, but they quieted down again — for a few minutes.
Brother: “I quit! I’m not playing with her if she—”
Husband: “That’s it. Everybody out.”
Brother: “Why?”
Husband: “You have been warned twice to stop yelling and you continue. Go home.”
Sister: Still yelling “Yeah, but—”
Husband: “No. Trust me when I say you do not want [My Name] to come out here with her migraine.”
Brother: Yelling “If [Sister] would just play fair, it—”
I stomped out, wrapped in my blanket.
Me: “SHUT. THE. F***. UP. Get out of my house. Get out right now.”
Sister: “No, but—”
Me: “I fed you, I cleaned up after you, you were told repeatedly to keep it down, and you’re still screaming. Shut the f*** up and leave.”
All three of them stared at the table.
Sister: Quietly “We’ll be quiet. I’m sorry. Whose turn is it?”
Me: “No, you can come back another day. I’m not dealing with any more sound tonight.”
Husband: “Go on, guys. I’ll clean up the game.”
They both left, heads low. [Husband] cleaned up the game and came to bed with a bottle of water.
From Not Always Right: Migraines Aren’t Fun And Games
My husband invited his siblings over for dinner and a game night. I cleaned up the food while they set up a game in the other room. I had a migraine coming on, so I excused myself to lie down. A few minutes passed before I heard them yelling.
Sister: “No, that’s not how you play that card!”
Brother: “Yes, it is! Just read it!”
Me: Texting my husband “Please keep it down? My head is pounding.”
Husband: From the other room “Guys, lower your voices. [My Name] has a headache.”
A few minutes passed.
Brother: “You’re cheating! Stop!”
Sister: Louder “I am not! You—”
Husband: “Stop yelling or you’re leaving! It’s a card game.”
I laughed at the irony of my husband yelling at them to stop yelling, but they quieted down again — for a few minutes.
Brother: “I quit! I’m not playing with her if she—”
Husband: “That’s it. Everybody out.”
Brother: “Why?”
Husband: “You have been warned twice to stop yelling and you continue. Go home.”
Sister: Still yelling “Yeah, but—”
Husband: “No. Trust me when I say you do not want [My Name] to come out here with her migraine.”
Brother: Yelling “If [Sister] would just play fair, it—”
I stomped out, wrapped in my blanket.
Me: “SHUT. THE. F***. UP. Get out of my house. Get out right now.”
Sister: “No, but—”
Me: “I fed you, I cleaned up after you, you were told repeatedly to keep it down, and you’re still screaming. Shut the f*** up and leave.”
All three of them stared at the table.
Sister: Quietly “We’ll be quiet. I’m sorry. Whose turn is it?”
Me: “No, you can come back another day. I’m not dealing with any more sound tonight.”
Husband: “Go on, guys. I’ll clean up the game.”
They both left, heads low. [Husband] cleaned up the game and came to bed with a bottle of water.
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