Rainy, blowy out. Hunter got home last night and was even too tired to crash me into the headboard. I think that's a first. So it's bull in a china shop again. I moved my new crystal-one of which was Waterford-out of harm's way. He throws my things on my chair. I clean it off and he puts more on there. I go to wash towels and the washer is in use already. Went to empty the dishwasher and it's, "Can you wait until I finish in here?" I can say no or get into an argument but he is unable to "fight" fair, let alone discuss things like a human being. I take it as a free pass - like I can just stay out of his way.
It's OK. I am ignoring most of it and doing what I want which is.....Blogging!
Not much else going on here. Hunter went to the neighbor and got all the gossip. Am I supposed to be doing that? How about being on the phone all the time? Spending too much? These are generally things women do, right? As I said, just have to deal. And I'm simply not letting it affect me. Now ask me in about 3 days how that's working out for me (to paraphrase Dr. Phil who is a complete idiot.)
Therapist tomorrow. Will let her know that I've felt the way I feel my whole life, that I can recall. I actually can't remember much of the past and only know what I know about it from reading my journals. Too bad I didn't start keeping a journal when I was age one or two! So what if it would have been crayon scribbles. At least I would have known if I was a good scribbler or not.
( Gotta toss in a personal message here. )
BLUE CRAYON JOE!!!
Gotta go! I have 9750 posts to read. Muah!