Do I really need a title?

So, recently I made the decision not to move back to Portland this Christmas. I had a lot of good things going for me. Now I'm not so sure. I swear that every Sunday is a nightmare. This weekend she was gone from Friday until just a few hours ago. It was a pretty good weekend. There was no major fighting or bickering and there were no tense moments. She has been home for just an hour or so. I went out to say hi, welcome home, but not immediately. I waited about half an hour. Let her have some time to say hello to her family and get settled back in. When I went out, she hardly looked at me and flat out ignored me. I don't have to put up with that crap at all. Now she and Bob are "talking", which of course equates to arguing in most books. SHE'S BEEN HOME AN HOUR!!!!! I hate Sundays. I don't understand why she is like this, especially on such a day that is supposed to be taken reverently and with respect. I really enjoyed this weekend. It was stress and tension free. Now I don't even want to leave my room to check on the clothes that I put in the washer. A house that is supposedly filled with love shouldn't be filled with this much tension. She shouldn't argue about every little thing or get offended or hurt over every little thing we say or do! I don't understand her and she makes it incredibly difficult for someone to truly like her!