Whatcha' Say?

Well. I am discouraged somewhat. Yes, I know it's hard to believe, that my bright and sunny disposition could have dimmed somewhat but I have begun to fear that my social graces are fading faster than Joan Rivers latest face lift. I am apparently becoming an inexorable bitch and I really don't mean to. A few weeks ago (before I posted about the house) the BFA emailed with the usual chitchat and then asked me what I had spent on the house to date. I thought it was an odd question but I replied that I really hadn't figured it up at the time. If he would give me a little while I could tell him but in the meantime, could I ask why he wanted to know? I mean, it's my house, I didn't think that was a bad thing to ask. So, he never replied and now won't speak to me.
Then last week Cat Daddy called me and said some very ugly and inappropriate things to me. He has been laid off for a couple of months and isn't taking it well to say the least. I told him to go get fucked, and not in the good way. So, he's not speaking to me but that was my intention.
Then last week also, the assendofasuperintendent, excuse me, the assistant superintendent on the job started screaming and cursing at me because I was being cautious about rigging some 20 foot steel columns we were taking down. I have a slight aversion to getting myself killed, silly me! This ass chewing did not strike me well, so I proceeded to cuss him until a fly wouldn't light on him. I really don't like to get that upset and it's generally not a good policy to curse at your boss, however, he has been really nice to me ever since.
So, I feel like a pariah. I hate to sound like I'm trying to be pathetic but I don't really have another ear to chew on. What do ya'll do when you get down? Does your spouse help cheer you up? Am I being unreasonable?
Maybe I'm losing it. Hell, maybe I never had it! But I see no point in taking shit off people. I think I have had to work so hard, for so long, so aggressively to prove myself that I have become like a little wolverine that runs around bristling and snapping at the least provocation. And not that I wasn't somewhat provoked, but still. I think one of the reasons I would like to have a man around is just so I could practice being lady like. That sounds stupid doesn't it? Now, I'm afraid I would just end up biting him. And not in a good way.