I’m in a philosophical mood today. So get ready! There are stages to grief and one of them is denial. We deny the reality of the situation when someone we […]
Yesterday I watched the most amazing football game I’ve ever seen. Alabama and Auburn are state rivals. We came in toward the end, early enough to see Auburn make about […]
Many who read this blog are either single or are fighting for their struggling marriage. And one thing I think we can all agree on is that we don’t want […]
The problem with people like Lance is that they don’t know when to quit until they are backed into a corner. Which means the only reason he is telling the truth now is for selfish reasons. He thinks he can get something out of telling the truth for himself. He has no where else to go. Bastard. Selfish bastard.
This is the stage where the rubber meets the road I think. Harry and I are 9 months in. 3 more and it will be a year. I almost can’t believe it.
Between him needing to focus extra hard, holiday expectations, some serious misjudgments he made that led to a serious reaction on my part…this last month of the year is proving to be trying. I fear January will be no better but I have high hopes for February.
Reflection can be a funny thing when you are relying only on your memory. It can change history. Because your present knowledge colors how you view your past. This blog helps me to not let that happen.
So I don’t know why I was surprised when he suggested I watch a movie. He said it would be good for me to watch. Just a suggestion.
I took him up on it yesterday. And while he was on a conference call, we both loaded it up on Netflix, aligned the timecode, and watched it together. He at his office, and me in my bedroom.
I just typed 838 words of venting. I’ve been turning an idea over and over in my mind and nothing good is coming out anymore. I’m afraid I’ve over mixed. I’m at odds with Harry over a particular issue and I’m emotional today. After spewing with fingers flying for 20 minutes, I had to stop to retrieve my daughter from school.
Harry is on his way home from NYC tonight. Something tells me my new beginning is going to be ordinary and maybe even uneventful and will go by unnoticed if […]