Gotta get used to it all over again.

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!