Someone called me...

yesterday and said in her message, "Have you killed him yet? I'm sure you're stressed. Call me." I really had no idea what my girlfriends were talking about when they said they were going to kill their soon to be husbands or that they were about 2 seconds away from calling the whole thing off the week of their wedding. Maybe now I have an inkling of what they were feeling. I'm not going to kill him and I'm not calling anything off, not to worry. But when simple things like me wanting tortilla chips and him wanting Doritos sends me stomping off in the opposite direction of him in a grocery store, I know the stress is getting to me. So, in this final week before the wedding I am trying to tell myself to breathe....in through my nose, out through my mouth.